متن زیر قسمتی از کتاب کیمیاگر پائولو کوئیلو هست که برای من الهام‌بخش و جالب بود. پیشنهاد میشه اگه کتاب رو نخوندید بخونید. این رمان دربارهٔ چوپانی اسپانیایی هست که در رؤیای خود، محل گنجی مدفون را در حوالی اهرام مصر می‌بیند و به قصد تحقق بخشیدن به این رؤیای صادقه (که آن را افسانهٔ شخصی خود می‌خواند) وطنش را رها می‌کند و رهسپار صحرای آفریقا می‌شود و در مسیر با یک کریستال فروش مسلمانی آشنا میشود و کریستال فروش از رویایی که از جوانی در سر داشته برای او تعریف می‌کند. او آرزو داشته بنا بر دستور خدا به سفر حج برود. ولی تا امروز پیش نیامده. این قسمت از کتاب صحبت جوان و کریستال فروش در مورد آرزوی مرد کریستال فروشه. “The fifth obligation of every Muslim is a pilgrimage. We are obliged, at least once in our lives, to visit the holy city of Mecca. “Mecca is a lot farther away than the Pyramids. When I was young, all I wanted to do was put together enough money to start this shop. I thought that someday I’d be rich, and could go to Mecca. I began to make some money, but I could never bring myself to leave someone in charge of the shop; the crystals are delicate things. At the same time, people were passing my shop all the time, heading for Mecca. Some of them were rich pilgrims, traveling in caravans with servants and camels, but most of the people making the pilgrimage were poorer than I. “All who went there were happy at having done so. They placed the symbols of the pilgrimage on the doors of their houses. One of them, a cobbler who made his living mending boots, said that he had traveled for almost a year through the desert, but that he got more tired when he had to walk through the streets of Tangier buying his leather.” “Well, why don’t you go to Mecca now?” asked the boy. “Because it’s the thought of Mecca that keeps me alive. That’s what helps me face these days that are all the same, these mute crystals on the shelves, and lunch and dinner at that same horrible cafe. I’m afraid that if my dream is realized, I’ll have no reason to go on living 

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