One day i was traveling passing by a valley far away from my village WHEN i saw her....setting alone beside a set of red flowers under a tree near the river ,hearing nothing but rustling of trees ...smelling nothing but roses odor....seeing nothing but the words of a book resting in her hand .....with the early air wind playing softly with her hair
I avoided to get closer to her but was wondering
At this point i heard a voice coming from nowhere answering me
SHE is such a delicate air wind in a clear calm night, loves to watch the sky and describe its sets of cloud day time, then at night she counts the stars and rearrange them on the sky........................
i didn't hear the voice any more because of the louder sound of my thoughts ,i was watching her setting and feeling like she's a part of the surrounding nature ,she's not a just human being
Time was passing while i was watching her .......the sun was setting leaving a sleepy reddish blue light behind it ,and for my amazement she was getting nervous with seeing the sun setting ......
Suddenly the wind become so fast that i had to close my eyes for a while ,and when i opened them again .....she was GONE just vanished i was astonished i thought i was dreaming ..but no i wasn't , i got nearer an nearer to her place searching for her in every where but of no use i stepped exactly where she was setting and on the grass i found her book opened beside the set of red flowers ......
At this moment i noticed strange thing......was this white rose there from the beginning???it would be so obvious if so !!!! every thing was confusing........i looked at the white rose again and thought a little .....suddenly i realized what happened .....i smiled....assuring myself.... i said to myself and continued my way out of the valley .........THE WHITE ROSE VALLEY..........
this is an old story i wrote about six years ago in Arabic and translated it a year ago....
I avoided to get closer to her but was wondering
At this point i heard a voice coming from nowhere answering me
SHE is such a delicate air wind in a clear calm night, loves to watch the sky and describe its sets of cloud day time, then at night she counts the stars and rearrange them on the sky........................
i didn't hear the voice any more because of the louder sound of my thoughts ,i was watching her setting and feeling like she's a part of the surrounding nature ,she's not a just human being
Time was passing while i was watching her .......the sun was setting leaving a sleepy reddish blue light behind it ,and for my amazement she was getting nervous with seeing the sun setting ......
Suddenly the wind become so fast that i had to close my eyes for a while ,and when i opened them again .....she was GONE just vanished i was astonished i thought i was dreaming ..but no i wasn't , i got nearer an nearer to her place searching for her in every where but of no use i stepped exactly where she was setting and on the grass i found her book opened beside the set of red flowers ......
At this moment i noticed strange thing......was this white rose there from the beginning???it would be so obvious if so !!!! every thing was confusing........i looked at the white rose again and thought a little .....suddenly i realized what happened .....i smiled....assuring myself.... i said to myself and continued my way out of the valley .........THE WHITE ROSE VALLEY..........
this is an old story i wrote about six years ago in Arabic and translated it a year ago....
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