The boy left the alchemist and rode along the desert in search of the pyramids where his treasure laid.
It was his heart that would tell him where his treasure was hidden. His heart would whisper to him, “Be aware of the place where you are brought to tears. That’s where I am, and that’s where your treasure is.”
The boy reached the Pyramids. There, he cried. He searched. He was beaten. And it all led him unknowingly to the end where his treasure was.
It’s true; life really is generous to those who pursue their destiny, the boy thought.
The wind began to blow again. It was the levanter, the wind that came from Africa. It didn’t bring with it the smell of the desert, nor the threat of the Moorish invasion. Instead, it brought with it the scent of a perfume he knew well, and the touch of a kiss- a kiss that came from far away, slowly, slowly, until it rested on his lips.
The boy smiled.
“I’m coming, Fatima,” he said.