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A river, from its origins in distant mountains, after passing through all
class and layout of meadows, finally reached the sands of the desert. In the same way that
had overcome all the other obstacles, the river tried to cross this last one, but it
he realized that its waters disappeared into the sands as soon as he reached them.
He was convinced, however, that his destiny was to cross this desert and without
embargo, there was no way. Then a remote voice, that came from the desert
he whispered to him:
"The wind crosses the desert and so can the river"
The river objected that it was crashing against the sands and was only managing to be
absorbed, that the wind could fly and that was the reason why it could cross the
desert.
Throwing yourself violently as you have been doing will not help you cross it.
You will disappear or you will become a swamp. You must allow the wind to take you.
towards your destination
But how can this happen?
Consenting to be absorbed by the wind.
This idea was not acceptable to the river. After all, he had never been
absorbed before. He didn’t want to lose his individuality. 'And once it’s lost, how
Can one know if they will ever get it back? "The wind," said the sands,
It fulfills that function. It raises the water, transports it over the desert, and then lets it fall.
Falling like rain, the water becomes river again
How can I know that this is true?
That's right, and if you don't believe it, you will become nothing more than a swamp, and even that would take
many, many years; and a swamp is certainly not the same thing as a river.
But can't I keep being the same river that I am now?
"Tú no puedes en ningún caso permanecer así", continuó la voz. "Tu parte esencial
is transported and forms a river again. You are called this way, even today, because you do not know
what part of you is the essential.
When he heard this, certain echoes began to resonate in the thoughts of the river.
Vaguely, he recalled a state in which he, or a part of him—what would it be?—had been.
carried in the arms of the wind. He also recalled --or did it seem to him?-- that this was the
what I really had to do, even when it wasn't the most obvious. And the river raised its vapors
in the welcoming arms of the wind, which gently and easily carried him upward and to
far away, letting it fall gently as soon as they reached the top of a
mountain, many but many miles farther away. And because he had had his doubts, the river
could remember and record more firmly in his mind, the details of the experience.
He reflected: 'Yes, now I know my true identity.' The river was learning but
the sands whispered: "We know, because we see this happen day after day, and
because we the sands, stretch along the entire path that goes from the shores
from the river to the mountain
And that is why it is said that the path in which the River of Life must continue
his journey is written in the Sands.
Awad Afifi the Tunisian
