A beautiful piece from ‘Like a Flowing River’ by Paulo Coelho:
A friend of mind returns from Morocco with a beautiful story about a missionary who, as soon as he arrived in Marrakesh, decided that he would go for a walk every morning in the desert that lay just outside the city. The first time he did this, he noticed a man lying down, with his ear pressed to the ground and stoking the sand with one hand.
‘He’s obviously mad,’ the missionary said to himself. But the scene was repeated every day, and after a month, intrigued by this strange behavior, he decided to speak to the stranger. With great difficulty, since he was not yet fluent in Arabic, he knelt down by his side.
‘What are you doing?’
‘I am keeping the desert company and offering it consolation for its loneliness and its tears.’
‘I didn’t know the desert was capable of tears.’
‘It weeps every day because it dreams of being useful to people, and of being transformed into a vast garden where they could grow cereal crops and flowers and graze sheep.’
‘Well, tell the desert that it is performing an important duty,’ said the missionary. ‘Whenever I walk in the desert, I understand man’s true size, because its vast open space reminds of how small we are compared with God. When I look at its sands, I imagine all the millions of people in the world who were born equal, even if the world has not always been fair to all of them. Its mountains help me to meditate, and when I see the sun coming up over the horizon, my sould fills with joy and I feel closer to the Creator.’
The missionary left the man and returned to his daily tasks. Imagine his surprise when, next morning, he found the man in the same place and in the same position.
‘Did you tell the desert everything that I said?’
The man nodded.
‘And it’s still weeping?’
‘I can hear every sob. Now it’s weeping because it has spent thousands of years thinking that it was completely useless and wasted all that time blaspheming against God and its own fate.’
‘Well, tell the desert that even though we human beings have a much shorter lifespan, we also spend much of our time thinking we are useless. We rarely discover our true destiny, and feel that God has been unjust to us. When the moment finally comes, and something happens that reveals to us the reason we were born, we think it’s too late to change our life and continue to suffer, and, like the desert, blame ourselves for the time we have wasted.’
‘I don’t know if the desert will hear that,’ said the man. ‘He is accustomed to pain, and can’t see things any other way.’
‘Let’s do what I always do when I sense that people have lost all hope. Let us pray.’
The two men knelt down and prayed. One turned towards Mecca because he was a Muslim, and the other put his hands together in prayer because he was a Catholic. They each prayed to their own God, who has always been the same God, even though people insist on calling him by different names.
The following day, when the missionary went for his usual morning walk, the man was no longer there. In the place where he used to embrace the earth, the sand seemed wet, for a small spring had started bubbling up there. In the months that followed, the spring grew, and the inhabitants of the city built a well there.
The Bedouin call the place ‘The Well of the Desert’s Tears’. They say that anyone who drinks from its waters will find a way of transforming the reason for his suffering into reason for his joy, and will end up finding his true destiny.
[Photo taken in the deserts outsides Dubai city]
9 thoughts on “The Tears of the Desert – Paulo Coelho”
What a beautiful soul stirring piece! Thank you for sharing it.
Beautiful photograph too. Have you ever seen them close up? They have beautiful eyes with long graceful eyelashes.
Beeyoutiful. I could absolutely visualize the whole scene as it was happening. I love the sentence “He is accustomed to pain, and can’t see things any other way” How many of us go through life like that, oblivious to what could be, to the great potential that exists within each of us, the potential to be happy no matter what.
That’s right, Sunita.
And thanks, Margaret. I have seen camels up close many time, but must have missed the eyes and eyelashes. Interesting!
is it a true story?
very nice 🙂
The Tears of the Desert, this sentence touched my heart, the innocence of the camels.
It is a super story
This story reveals that through prayer,we can achieve everything,which is impossible also
We are just like this desert
nice story and very touching story also