Once upon a time, there were three friends; they were poor, very poor, unnoticed and worthless. What they owned in their life was three donkeys and their job was to transport people, goods and luggage from one place to another. This was how they earned their living.
One night, after a long day of hard work under the sun of the Arabian summer. They threw their bodies over the smooth sand of the desert. The full moon and the shiny stars lit the dark doom; it was no longer dark and a beautiful sparkly night was all they can see.
One of the three men closed his eyes and said: ‘Imagine my friends that I become the ruler of this country; the sovereign majesty, make a wish?
His friends laughed and laughed.
The first friend looked at the dreamer and said: ‘you be the ruler, the sovereign. No way.’
The dreamer said: ‘Just imagine, man, you wouldn’t lose anything.’
The friend said: ‘ Ok, Mr dreamer, I want a house with a magnificent garden.’
The dreamer looked at the other friend and said: what about you?
The other said: ‘This cannot be. This would never be. A donkey cart plodder would never have dreams. We’ve no future, friend.’
The dreamer did not give up: ‘It’s me who imagine not you; this is my thought, my idea. Imagine!’
His friend got-up, collected his stuff, rode his donkey and said: ‘Let your guards carry me backwards on a donkey and let them announce to everybody that I’m a fool who didn’t believe that dreams can be true.
‘As you wish, my friend,’ said the dreamer.
In the morning the dreamer deserted his friends. He sold his donkey and looked for a different way to earn his living; a watchman, a constable, an officer, a member of the town authority, an advisor, a consultant,… finally, he married the deceased ruler’s wife and became the guardian of her eight years son. He ruled the whole country until the former ruler’s son was 16 years old.
Thirty years had passed since his friends laughed at him dreaming of ruling the country. At his prosperous days, he remembered his friends and ordered his guards to bring them.
His old friends were still donkey cart plodders but their friend, the crowned head, reminded them of their wishes.
The first was mad with happiness; he was granted a house with a magnificent garden.
The second regretted that wish ever since.
Ps, this is an old story in the Arabic history with real names and incidents but what I can remember is just the main plot; therefore, I have made some adaptations.
Dream high. Dreams can be true.
Wishing you all the best,
Nahla
A story well told, Nahla! I believe in dreaming. I became who I am because I dreamed about that when I was young!
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That’s great Miriam. Dreams give us hope. Thanks so much.
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You’re welcome, Nahla! Yes, dreams lift us higher and higher!
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I am a dreamer too.. Good story Nahla!
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Thanks so much.
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You are welcome..
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Dreams really do come true. Not always like we imagined. Sometimes even better!
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Yes, indeed. Thanks so much for reading and your comment.
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Thank you, Nahla. Reminds me of the Rumi quote to shine like the whole Universe is yours!
Blessings.
Debbie 🙂 🙂
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I really want to read more about Rumi, your blogs always remind me of him. Thanks Debbie so much for your comment.
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Dear Nahla, what a wonderful story.. I loved how you told it.. And yes it teaches great lessons, We should all never let go of Dreams .. For our Dreams become our reality if we keep on Living our Dreams.. ❤
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Thanks so much, Sue. And yes that’s true. I believe everyone has dreams whether we manage to achieve them or not. The point is to never give up dreaming.
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Always Dream.. It is what creates our reality.. Thoughts become Things.. 🙂
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Yes, true. Thanks Sue.
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