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Tab vah uss budhe ki baat yaad karta hai ki yah ek avsar hai tumhare paas jisase tum apne sapne ko hasil kar sakte ho tab vah charvaha aage badhne ka faisla karta hai. Vaha apne sapne ke baare me apne malik se batata hai to vah bhi kahta hai ki tumhe haar na mankar aage bhadna chahiye. Fir isi tarah aage badhate rahne par yah ek gaav me pahuchta hai aur ise iss baat ka andaja ho jaata hai ki iss gaav par hamla hone vaala hai to vah vaha ke mukhiya se yah baat kahta hai to mukhiya kahta ki thik hai ham yuddh ke liye taiyar ho jaate hai lekin agar tumhai yah baat jhoot nikali to tume sajaye maut di jayegi.

To darasal yah baat sach sabit hoti hai aur iss ladke ke batane ki vajah se vah pahle se hi taiyar mukhiya jit jaata hai aur khus hokar uss ladke ko dher sara inaam aur ek badhiya naukri offer karta hai. Vahi par use ek kuye ke paas ek Fatma naam ki ladki se mulakat hota hai jisase use pyar ho jaata hai to vah sochta hai ki itna saara inaam mila ha aur saath me ek achhi nuakri to ab mai iss ladki ke saath yahi ghar basa kar rah jaata hu.

Lekin jab vah apni uss premika se batata hai apne sapne ke baare me to vah kahti hai ki tum jab isi ke liye nikle aur itni paresaniya sahi to tum jawo aur ise pura karo mai tumahara intezar kar lungi. To iss tarah vah apna safar suru karta hai lekin use ab yahi se safar me sath chalne ke liye ek Alchemist mi jaata hai jo ki tambe ko sone me badane ka kaam karte the. Tabhi bich safar me Dono ek kabile ke mukhiya dwara giraptaar kar liye jaate hai aur inka sab kuchh le liya jaata hai tabhi Alchemist kabile ke mukhiya se bolta hai ki yah ladka apne aap ko hawa me badal sakta hai.

To mukhiya kahta hai ki thik hai agar yah baat sach nikli to hamare aadmi tumahare safar me madad karenege aur jhut nikli to sajaye maut di jaayegi. To alchemist use batata hai ki tum apne upar sirf vishwas rakho aur kuchh nahi baaki iss kaynaat par chhod do aur ladka uss alchemist ke anusaar vah apne andar sirf vishwas paida karta hai ki vah yah kar sakta hai aur uske iss viswaas se baadlo me halchal hone lagti hai aur garam havaye tufan ki tarah chalne lagti hai jisase uss kabile ki saari chije tahas nahas ho jaati hai.

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Images Donate icon An illustration of a heart shape Donate Ellipses icon An illustration of text ellipses. Oceanof PDF. EMBED for wordpress. Want more? Advanced embedding details, examples, and help! But, this time, the person is you. And he decided he would go to see the chiefs of the tribes. When he emerged, it was with a young Arab, dressed in white and gold. The boy told the younger man what he had seen, and the man asked him to wait there.

He disappeared into the tent. Only the lights in the great tent remained. During all this time, the boy thought about Fatima, and he was still unable to understand his last conversation with her. Finally, after hours of waiting, the guard bade the boy enter.

The boy was astonished by what he saw in- side. Never could he have imagined that, there in the middle of the desert, there existed a tent like this one. The ground was covered with the most beautiful car- pets he had ever walked upon, and from the top of the structure hung lamps of handwrought gold, each with a lighted candle. The tribal chieftains were seated at the back of the tent in a semicircle, resting upon richly em- broidered silk cushions.

Servants came and went with silver trays laden with spices and tea. The atmosphere was suffused with the sweet scent of smoke.

There were eight chieftains, but the boy could see immediately which of them was the most important: an Arab dressed in white and gold, seated at the center of the semicircle. At his side was the young Arab the boy had spoken with earlier. And he told what he had seen. The boy became fearful; the omens told him that something was wrong. He regretted having spoken to the camel driver about what he had seen in the desert.

Suddenly, the elder at the center smiled almost im- perceptibly, and the boy felt better. But the boy was already used to the Language of the World, and he could feel the vibra- tions of peace throughout the tent. Now his intuition was that he had been right in coming. The discussion ended. Then he turned to the boy: this time his ex- pression was cold and distant. All of us know that whoever believes in dreams also knows how to interpret them.

His name was Joseph. He, too, was a stranger in a strange land, like you, and he was probably about your age. The Tradition saved Egypt from famine in those days, and made the Egyptians the wealthiest of peoples. The Tradition teaches men how to cross the desert, and how their children should marry. The Tradition says that an oasis is neutral territory, because both sides have oases, and so both are vulnerable.

Everything we know was taught to us by the desert. The meeting was over. Through- out the entire day we will be on the lookout for our enemies. When the sun sets, the men will once again surrender their arms to me. For every ten dead men among our enemies, you will receive a piece of gold. Arms are as capricious as the desert, and, if they are not used, the next time they might not function. He was twenty min- utes from his tent, and began to make his way there. He was alarmed by what had happened.

He had suc- ceeded in reaching through to the Soul of the World, and now the price for having done so might be his life. It was a frightening bet. But he had been making risky bets ever since the day he had sold his sheep to pursue his Personal Legend. And, as the camel driver had said, to die tomorrow was no worse than dying on any other day.

He had lived every one of his days intensely since he had left home so long ago. If he died tomorrow, he would already have seen more than other shepherds, and he was proud of that.

Suddenly he heard a thundering sound, and he was thrown to the ground by a wind such as he had never known. The area was swirling in dust so intense that it hid the moon from view. Before him was an enormous white horse, rearing over him with a frightening scream. When the blinding dust had settled a bit, the boy trembled at what he saw. Astride the animal was a horseman dressed completely in black, with a falcon perched on his left shoulder.

He wore a turban and his entire face, except for his eyes, was covered with a black kerchief. He appeared to be a messenger from the desert, but his presence was much more powerful than that of a mere messenger. The strange horseman drew an enormous, curved sword from a scabbard mounted on his saddle. The steel of its blade glittered in the light of the moon. This man looked exactly the same, except that now the roles were reversed.

It drew a droplet of blood. The horseman was completely immobile, as was the boy. In his heart, he felt a strange sense of joy: he was about to die in pursuit of his Personal Legend. And for Fatima. The omens had been true, after all.

Here he was, face-to- face with his enemy, but there was no need to be con- cerned about dying—the Soul of the World awaited him, and he would soon be a part of it. And, tomorrow, his enemy would also be a part of that Soul. They wanted to save the oasis.

Tomorrow all of you will die, because there are more men at the oasis than you have. Allah taught me the language of the birds. But he kept the sword in his hand. The stranger was speaking of things that very few people knew about. Because the desert tests all men: it chal- lenges every step, and kills those who become distracted. The same hand that had brandished the sword now held a whip. The horse reared again, raising a cloud of dust. The hand with the whip pointed to the south.

The boy had met the alchemist. The mounted troops entered the oasis from the north; it appeared to be a peaceful expedition, but they all carried arms hid- den in their robes. And they attacked an empty tent. The children had been kept at the other side of a grove of palm trees, and saw nothing of what had happened.

The women had remained in their tents, praying for the safekeeping of their hus- bands, and saw nothing of the battle, either. Were it not for the bodies there on the ground, it would have appeared to be a normal day at the oasis. The only tribesman spared was the commander of the battalion.

That afternoon, he was brought before the tribal chieftains, who asked him why he had vio- lated the Tradition. The commander said that his men had been starving and thirsty, exhausted from many days of battle, and had decided to take the oasis so as to be able to return to the war. The tribal chieftain said that he felt sorry for the tribesmen, but that the Tradition was sacred. He con- demned the commander to death without honor. Rather than being killed by a blade or a bullet, he was hanged from a dead palm tree, where his body twisted in the desert wind.

He repeated his story about Joseph of Egypt, and asked the boy to become the counselor of the oasis. He eventually sighted a single tent, and a group of Arabs passing by told the boy that it was a place inhab- ited by genies. But the boy sat down and waited. Not until the moon was high did the alchemist ride into view. He carried two dead hawks over his shoulder. So I have come here. It was a tent like many at the oasis. The boy looked around for the ovens and other apparatus used in alchemy, but saw none.

There were only some books in a pile, a small cooking stove, and the carpets, covered with mysterious designs. The boy suspected that they were the same hawks he had seen on the day before, but he said nothing.

It was better than the scent of the hookahs. He has begun to try to understand the desert. The boy understood. Another person was there to help him toward his Personal Legend. You already know all you need to know. I am only going to point you in the direction of your treasure. In my own country, I would be a rich man. She is a treasure greater than anything else I have won. It was the most delicious wine he had ever tasted. Camels are traitorous: they walk thousands of paces and never seem to tire.

Then suddenly, they kneel and die. But horses tire bit by bit. You always know how much you can ask of them, and when it is that they are about to die. The alchemist was ready, and he mounted his own steed and placed the falcon on his left shoulder. He wanted to say so to the alchemist, but he was afraid of the man. They reached the rocky place where the boy had seen the hawks in the sky, but now there was only silence and the wind.

And then the boy understood. He loosened the reins on his horse, who galloped forward over the rocks and sand. Advancing slowly, they searched among the stones. The alchemist stopped abruptly, and bent to the ground. There was a hole there among the stones. The alchemist put his hand into the hole, and then his en- tire arm, up to his shoulder. His arm seemed to be battling with whatever was in the hole.

Then, with a motion that startled the boy, he withdrew his arm and leaped to his feet. In his hand, he grasped a snake by the tail. The boy leapt as well, but away from the alchemist. The snake fought frantically, making hissing sounds that shattered the silence of the desert. It was a cobra, whose venom could kill a person in minutes. But even though the alchemist had put his hand in the hole, and had surely already been bitten, his expression was calm. He must know how to deal with the snakes of the desert.

With its blade, he drew a circle in the sand, and then he placed the snake within it. The serpent relaxed immediately. You found life in the desert, the omen that I needed. His heart was heavy, and he had been melancholy since the previous night. To continue his search for the treasure meant that he had to abandon Fatima.

The tribal chieftains will appreciate what you do. And your camels will bring you wealth and power. Because what kept you at the oasis was your own fear that you might never come back. At that point, the omens will tell you that your treasure is buried forever. The boy remem- bered the crystal merchant who had always wanted to go to Mecca, and the Englishman in search of the al- chemist.

He thought of the woman who had trusted in the desert. And he looked out over the desert that had brought him to the woman he loved.

They mounted their horses, and this time it was the boy who followed the alchemist back to the oasis. But that night, as he had watched the cobra within the circle, the strange horseman with the falcon on his shoulder had spoken of love and treasure, of the women of the desert and of his Personal Legend. And he immedi- ately felt peace in his heart. Two hours before dawn, he awoke one of the boys who slept in his tent, and asked him to show him where Fatima lived.

They went to her tent, and the boy gave his friend enough gold to buy a sheep. Then he asked his friend to go into the tent where Fa- tima was sleeping, and to awaken her and tell her that he was waiting outside. The young Arab did as he was asked, and was given enough gold to buy yet another sheep. The Arab returned to his tent to sleep, proud to have helped the counselor of the oasis, and happy at having enough money to buy himself some sheep.

Fatima appeared at the entrance to the tent. The two walked out among the palms. I love you because. No reason is needed for loving. I sold crystal and crossed the desert. And, because the tribes declared war, I went to the well, seek- ing the alchemist. My father went away one day, but he returned to my mother, and he has always come back since then. They walked a bit farther among the palms, and then the boy left her at the en- trance to her tent. But everything had changed.

The boy was no longer at the oasis, and the oasis would never again have the same meaning it had had only yesterday. From that day on, the oasis would be an empty place for her.

From that day on, it was the desert that would be im- portant. She would look to it every day, and would try to guess which star the boy was following in search of his treasure. That she was waiting for him, a woman awaiting a courageous man in search of his treasure. From that day on, the desert would repre- sent only one thing to her: the hope for his return. And one can always come back. But the boy knew that he was referring to Fatima.

The desert, with its endless monotony, put him to dreaming. The boy could still see the palm trees, the wells, and the face of the woman he loved. He could see the Englishman at his experiments, and the camel driver who was a teacher without realizing it. Maybe the al- chemist has never been in love, the boy thought.

The alchemist rode in front, with the falcon on his shoulder. The desert nights were cold, and were becoming darker and darker as the phases of the moon passed. They went on for a week, speaking only of the precautions they needed to follow in order to avoid the battles between the tribes.

The war continued, and at times the wind carried the sweet, sickly smell of blood. Battles had been fought nearby, and the wind re- minded the boy that there was the language of omens, always ready to show him what his eyes had failed to observe.

A while ago, I rode through the desert with a man who had books on alchemy. Everything you need to know you have learned through your journey. You need to learn only one thing more.

In those times, the Master Work could be written simply on an emer- ald. But men began to reject simple things, and to write tracts, interpretations, and philosophical studies. They also began to feel that they knew a better way than oth- ers had. Yet the Emerald Tablet is still alive today. As he drew, the boy thought of the old king, and the plaza where they had met that day; it seemed as if it had taken place years and years ago.

The boy tried to read what was written in the sand. The Emerald Tablet is a direct passage to the Soul of the World. The existence of this world is simply a guarantee that there exists a world that is perfect. God created the world so that, through its visible objects, men could understand his spiritual teachings and the marvels of his wisdom. But you are in the desert. So immerse yourself in it. The desert will give you an under- standing of the world; in fact, anything on the face of the earth will do that.

It knows all things, because it came from the Soul of the World, and it will one day return there. As they moved along, the boy tried to listen to his heart. There had been times when his heart spent hours telling of its sadness, and at other times it became so emotional over the desert sunrise that the boy had to hide his tears.

His heart beat fastest when it spoke to the boy of treasure, and more slowly when the boy stared entranced at the endless horizons of the desert. But his heart was never quiet, even when the boy and the alchemist had fallen into silence.

Your heart is alive. Keep listening to what it has to say. If you know your heart well, it will never be able to do that to you.

He came to understand its dodges and tricks, and to accept it as it was. He lost his fear, and forgot about his need to go back to the oasis, be- cause, one afternoon, his heart told him that it was happy. Because, when these things happen, we suffer terribly. That night, the boy slept deeply, and, when he awoke, his heart began to tell him things that came from the Soul of the World. It said that all people who are happy have God within them.

And that happiness could be found in a grain of sand from the desert, as the al- chemist had said. Because a grain of sand is a moment of creation, and the universe has taken millions of years to create it. We speak of them only to children. Later, we simply let life pro- ceed, in its own direction, toward its own fate. But, unfortunately, very few follow the path laid out for them—the path to their Personal Legends, and to happiness. Most people see the world as a threatening place, and, because they do, the world turns out, in- deed, to be a threatening place.

He asked it, please, never to stop speaking to him. He asked that, when he wandered far from his dreams, his heart press him and sound the alarm. The boy swore that, every time he heard the alarm, he would heed its message. That night, he told all of this to the alchemist.

Your heart is still capable of showing you where the treasure is. It said that the darkest hour of the night came just before the dawn. Three armed tribesmen approached, and asked what the boy and the alchemist were doing there.

The alchemist dismounted slowly, and the boy did the same. They thought his answer was amusing, and they allowed the boy and the alchemist to proceed with all of their belongings. It no longer wanted to know about things of the past or future; it was content simply to contem- plate the desert, and to drink with the boy from the Soul of the World.

The boy and his heart had become friends, and neither was capable now of betraying the other. When his heart spoke to him, it was to provide a stimulus to the boy, and to give him strength, because the days of silence there in the desert were wearisome.

His heart told the boy what his strongest qualities were: his courage in having given up his sheep and in trying to live out his Personal Legend, and his enthusiasm during the time he had worked at the crystal shop. But they do help chil- dren, drunkards, and the elderly, too. One afternoon, they passed by the encampment of one of the tribes.

At each corner of the camp were Arabs garbed in beautiful white robes, with arms at the ready. No one paid any atten- tion to the two travelers. When men are at war with one another, the Soul of the World can hear the screams of battle. No one fails to suffer the consequences of everything under the sun. And then, as if the desert wanted to demonstrate that the alchemist was right, two horsemen appeared from behind the travelers. They were silent for a moment, and then agreed that the boy and the alchemist could move along.

The boy watched the exchange with fascination. But the boy was certain that he had been looking at them. It is about pene- trating to the Soul of the World, and discovering the treasure that has been reserved for you. I just know that the Tradition is always right. Then it became a signal of danger. The alchemist probably already knew all that. They already had the gift, and their souls were readier for such things than the souls of others. They never found the secret. And anyone who interferes with the Per- sonal Legend of another thing never will discover his own.

He reached over and picked up a shell from the ground. The alchemist told the boy to place the shell over his ear. He had done that many times when he was a child, and had heard the sound of the sea. And it will never cease doing so until the desert is once again covered by water.

They were surrounded by gigantic dunes, and the boy looked at the alchemist to see whether he had sensed anything. But he appeared to be unaware of any danger. Five minutes later, the boy saw two horsemen waiting ahead of them. Before he could say anything to the alchemist, the two horsemen had become ten, and then a hundred. And then they were everywhere in the dunes. They were tribesmen dressed in blue, with black rings surrounding their turbans.

Their faces were hid- den behind blue veils, with only their eyes showing. Even from a distance, their eyes conveyed the strength of their souls. And their eyes spoke of death. A soldier shoved the boy and the alchemist into a tent where the chief was holding a meeting with his staff.

And you were talking with one of the troops there. I was simply acting as a guide for my friend here. And he wants to show you his extraordinary powers. And fearfully.