The transformation of Al-Majus

The life of human beings is extraordinary and when the universe tries to explain its history, things can be fascinating.

“Each symbol is your essence and the connoisseur will know which one belongs to you, many intend to inhabit it, it will not be easy for them, whoever has not stepped on your space can argue whatever he wants”

The Messenger

By Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

The man who rescued the wounded man from the torso did not raise him back to the ship that was sinking in the distance, it was impossible to rescue the merchandise, and the payment promised to all of them had been lost, that small boat carried eight men, all with terrible stories, each one with ankles with marcs of the shackled, their chance at a different life had been thwarted but they were braves and weren’t going to give up easily.

A man approached the wounded man and tied a piece of his shirt around the wound and squeezed him tightly, everyone was looking at them with despair, they had already lost many and the truth, they appreciate the man they named among them Al-Majus.

The man looked at him without seeing him with a look lost by fever, trembling looking at the sky, and saying words that were not comprehensible to them.

One of them commented to the others:

“What the hell is Al-Majus saying?”

– Perhaps he speaks to his gods, he has to feel death, they say that they are taken to a banquet, with one of them …

-Look Diego what this man repeats the most, the Zila or Cila or whatever, if he is saved We are going to give him that name, we cut off those beards and we make him one of us so we can take off on another ship.

Everyone laughed looking at the blue of the sky that gave them hope that there were no moorings and that their lives could be better just by wishing it.

Diego shouted to the group:

-Look there we can see a beach, the truth is we were not far from the port before the attack!

To which Javier replied:

-We’d better keep quiet and see where we’ve gotten to, Zila has already lost enough blood and from this hell, it won’t be possible for him to get to the banquet of the dead, but he has to eat something, at least he’s no longer trembling.

The beach received them in silence and apparent calm, their fatigue led them all to lie down on the sand and together look at the blue sky

The beach received them in silence and apparent calm, their fatigue led them all to lie down on the sand and together look at the blue sky.

We still do not know how long for the day that we all know will pass, and the conditions for them to get on that ship, it is definitely too early for that.

Something is beginning to become clear and it is that Professor Zila’s grandmother, insisting on discovering the ancestral roots of her grandson, was not completely lost, perhaps just a little, but no one knows that.

The life of human beings is extraordinary and when the universe tries to explain its history, things can be fascinating.

Author´s note:

The date on which I spoke is August 3, 1492, in the Port of Palos in the frontier, (currently Huelva, Spain).

Autor: Ariadne Gallardo Figueroa

Escribir es una de las actividades creativas más fascinantes que existe, indagar lo caminos de diferentes versiones, encontrar motivos para acrecentar el cauce de un relato y motivar a la lectura, es agradable para todo el que escribe

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