Taifas Literary Magazine No. 12, June, 2021

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Taifas Literary Magazine, No. 12, June, 2021
Ali Jafaroglu
(story)
ISSN 2458-0198 - ISSN-L 2458-0198
The tree of Life
One tree has grown in a hot and dry area.
This tree has climbed much, high. There were
so many leaves that there was a shadow all
around. Every time the sun warmed him, he
was disappointed, because no one caressed
him, did not care for him.
The tree, from loneliness, considered it
useless that it grew here. I
dreamed that it would be
better to be a small shrub,
but to have tall trees
nearby. For birds to sit on
its branches, for people to
rest in its shade.
The tree shed bitter
tears. We cried so much
that a transparent puddle
formed around.
Days and months
pass, the seasons replace
each other. The frost and cold of winter freeze
the puddle, the spring rain fills it, it trembles
from the autumn wind, evaporates from the
hot summer. Everything goes on as usual, no
change has taken place. The tree, bored from
loneliness, was disappointed, heart ached
from sadness.
Hearing some rustle or noise, the tree,
startled, raised its head higher, the heart beats
with excitement, but not seeing anyone, it is
disappointed.
One person was walking through the
arid area. My heart was breaking from the
suffocating heat. From thirst, as on the ground,
cracks formed in his lips, his legs were
dumbfounded from fatigue.
The man leaned against the ground. With
a heavy gaze, he looked into the distance, into
endless space. Looking at the sky, I saw the
galaxy. As if from the ancient beliefs of the
Egyptians, the remaining, imprinted in the sky,
the heavenly cow was reflected high.
How much I slept, I did not remember.
The sun has risen. He saw a dark spot in the
distance. He, gathering all his strength,
crawled in that direction.
After hard torment, he reached the
circumference of the tree. The shade of the
tree brought coolness to him. He, lying down,
drank a lot of water from
a puddle and from
powerlessness was for a
long time without
memory.
The tree was a little
overjoyed at the man. It
stretched its branches to
a puddle, watered the face
of a man with its leaves.
Then, trembling like a
light breeze, he gave the
man breath.
The tree, the man's watchman, did not
sleep all night.
With dawn, the darkness went far away.
Everything was covered with a milky color.
The man opened his eyes. Gradually he
got to his feet. He opened his arms and
breathed in fresh air. After yawning a little, he
raised his head up, examined the tree with his
gaze. What I saw was, as in a dream, I
understood everything essential.
The sadness instantly passed, a feeling of
inspiration came.
The tree greeted the man with a loud
voice:
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