Raïhanyat,
Moroccan Writer Mohamed Saïd
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In Love -Short Story- A mysterious power is steering me this evening
towards this shady tree. A magnetic power is dragging me along to privacy
under the branches of this wise tree… and I feel safe from the pursuit of the
curious breaths chasing me all day long: - You
look absent-minded! - Your
hands are so cold! - Are you in love? - In love! I bet you're in love! My philosophy teacher, himself, stopped in the
middle of today's lecture to notify me: - Look
here, dear. Try to focus your mind exclusively on the lecture to enjoy it. You
will never understand anything without enjoying it. Pleasure and
understanding are two faces for one coin. So, invest your energy in focusing
solely on this
lecture in this space at this moment: This, Here, Now. The pulsation of the tree trunk shaking my ribs is
reminding me of my teacher's wisdom and I find myself "now" observing "this" sunset agonizing
"here". The blackness of the night is licking the
intermingling colours in the horizon where stars have already inaugurated
their race for a place in the sky. Stars are now winking at one another from
an immemorial remoteness. Tonight, stars do not look the way they have always
done. They are not mere embers set aflame in the blackness of the universe. Stars,
tonight, are showing their very private life vibrating with love and pulsing
with passion. The brightest stars like the one over there are two
stars in one if we trust modern astronomy: An orange (male) star and a blue (female) one closely connected to
each other by an invisible attraction and spinning around in a silent shining
courtship. Stars may be shining only for being involved in
love. Without love, they may have lost their sparkle and broken up in the
void like any other destitute meteors. Now, I am taking delight in the shining love of the
stars in the sky. A thousands-year-old love between stars thousands light
years away. The glitter of stars garnishes the sky and adds a loving
dimension to the mechanical movement of the celestial bodies. The pulse of the tree is streaming coolly through my
trunk, pouring forth new energies in my veins, enlarging me, magnifying
me…And, in very few moments, I will be able to grasp the moon that has
started his first rolls on the horizon, here, between the palms of my hands. CONTENTS RENDEZ-VOUS
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