الجمعة، 27 ديسمبر، 2013

The Future of Story telling - ch2

#Assignment
write about a story you remember


The short Story, I remember is for Borkhes its name the rose of Barakelsos.
It tells about a religious isolated man who lives alone in a cellar and he used to pray every night asking his god to send him a student and one night he forgot to pray, forgot to ask his god his usual request ; he then went to sleep with a heavy heart.
suddenly someone came to him open the door he is a stranger , a tired young man.
He just sat down silently and Barakelsos was the one to start talking.
He asked the stranger what does he wants from him as he doesn't recognize his face ,
the stranger offered him a lot of money begging him to teach him and to walk the road with him ;
they started talking in Latin then in Dutch.
The stranger raised his hand while holding a red rose and begging Barakelsos  to recreate this rose after burning it.
Barakelsos  mocked at the stranger telling him : " you must be a fast believer , that the rose never vanishes after burn , that it's only a transformation to its shape and this is done by using only one word for resurrection from ash.
The stranger said i don't care, just show me that process of hide and show you do apply to the rose no matter what tool you use .
Barakelsos throw the rose into fire telling his student that the ashes will never show again to him as a rose, so the student knelled down claiming his faithlessness and apologizing his weakness swearing he will come back when obtaining more strength and faith ٫ then at the end of the road the rose will show
So as said the stranger knowing in his heart that its all a feeling of pity toward the fake reputation of the famous Barakelsos ٫ but whom is he to explore a profane reality about the sacred one?
He collected his money and left ; Barakelsos knew they wont meet again.
after a while Barakelsos held the rose's ash into his hand , he smiled and said : the rose is resurrected.

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I am a whole universe 

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