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Old women tell him about the hidden treasure and ask him to give one-tenth of the treasure if you find it because he did not have enough money to pay her fees. Boy has to visit the Pyramids in Egypt to find his hidden treasure that can make him rich but he ignores all this and continues their journey. In a few days he was going to visit the village of merchant daughter to shear his sheep and he thought about it many times.

Then an old man sitting near him struck up conversation and asked for a sip of wine as he was tired and thirsty, the boy offered the bottle and started reading a book. The old man was a Salem king named Melchizedek. One al- ways had something that the other needed—as if every- thing were indeed written by one hand. They provided warnings about thieves and barbarian tribes. They came in silence and departed the same way, dressed in black garments that showed only their eyes. The three fell silent.

The boy noted that there was a sense of fear in the air, even though no one said any- thing. Once again he was experiencing the language without words. The Englishman asked if they were in danger. The rest is up to Allah, including the danger. The travelers adopted the practice of arranging the animals in a circle at night, sleeping together in the cen- ter as protection against the nocturnal cold.

And the leader posted armed sentinels at the fringes of the group. The Englishman was unable to sleep one night. He called to the boy, and they took a walk along the dunes surrounding the encampment. There was a full moon, and the boy told the Englishman the story of his life. The Englishman was fascinated with the part about the progress achieved at the crystal shop after the boy began working there.

We are part of that soul, so we rarely recognize that it is working for us. But in the crystal shop you probably re- alized that even the glasses were collaborating in your success. But there was one idea that seemed to repeat itself throughout all the books: all things are the mani- festation of one thing only.

In one of the books he learned that the most impor- tant text in the literature of alchemy contained only a few lines, and had been inscribed on the surface of an emerald.

The book that most interested the boy told the sto- ries of the famous alchemists. This Soul of the World allowed them to understand anything on the face of the earth, because it was the language with which all things communicated.

They called that discovery the Master Work—it was part liquid and part solid. Every step has to be followed exactly as it was followed by the masters. He had said that it was a good thing for the boy to clean the crystal pieces, so that he could free himself from negative thoughts.

A small sliver of the stone can transform large quantities of metal into gold. They were fascinating stories: each of them lived out his Per- sonal Legend to the end. But when the boy wanted to learn how to achieve the Master Work, he became completely lost. There were just drawings, coded instructions, and obscure texts.

The boy had noticed that the Englishman was irritable, and missed his books. Gold would lose its value. Why did they use such strange language, with so many drawings? The only thing he had noticed was that talk of war was becoming more and more frequent. He needed some- one to talk to so as to avoid thinking about the possibil- ity of war. The years of re- search, the magic symbols, the strange words, and the laboratory equipment.

His soul must be too primitive to understand those things, he thought. The caravan would be very lucky to reach the oasis. The animals were exhausted, and the men talked among themselves less and less. The silence was the worst aspect of the night, when the mere groan of a camel—which be- fore had been nothing but the groan of a camel—now frightened everyone, because it might signal a raid. The camel driver, though, seemed not to be very concerned with the threat of war.

He thought that the horizon was a bit lower than it had been, because he seemed to see stars on the desert itself. There, in front of him, where the small stars had been the night before, was an endless row of date palms, stretching across the entire desert.

He was at home with the silence of the desert, and he was content just to look at the trees. He still had a long way to go to reach the Pyramids, and someday this morning would just be a memory. But this was the present moment—the party the camel driver had mentioned—and he wanted to live it as he did the lessons of his past and his dreams of the future.

The world speaks many languages, the boy thought. People were shouting at the new arrivals, dust obscured the desert sun, and the children of the oasis were bursting with ex- citement at the arrival of the strangers. The alchemist saw the tribal chiefs greet the leader of the caravan, and converse with him at length. But none of that mattered to the alchemist.

He had already seen many people come and go, and the desert remained as it was. He had seen kings and beggars walk- ing the desert sands. Maybe God created the desert so that man could appreciate the date trees, he thought. He decided to concentrate on more practical mat- ters. He knew that in the caravan there was a man to whom he was to teach some of his secrets. The omens had told him so. He hoped that it would be someone as capable as his previous apprentice.

He had only one explanation for this fact: things have to be transmitted this way because they were made up from the pure life, and this kind of life cannot be captured in pictures or words.

Because people become fascinated with pictures and words, and wind up forgetting the Language of the World. They were surrounded by children, curious to look at the animals and people that were arriving. The silence of the desert was a distant dream; the travelers in the caravan were talking inces- santly, laughing and shouting, as if they had emerged from the spiritual world and found themselves once again in the world of people. They were relieved and happy.

They had been taking careful precautions in the desert, but the camel driver explained to the boy that oases were always considered to be neutral territories, because the majority of the inhabitants were women and children. There were oases throughout the desert, but the tribesmen fought in the desert, leaving the oases as places of refuge.

Since they were visitors, they would have to share living space with those who lived there, and would be given the best accommodations. That was the law of hospitality. Then he asked that everyone, including his own sentinels, hand over their arms to the men appointed by the tribal chieftains.

Meanwhile, the boy thought about his treasure. In his pursuit of the dream, he was being con- stantly subjected to tests of his persistence and courage. So he could not be hasty, nor impatient. If he pushed forward impulsively, he would fail to see the signs and omens left by God along his path. God placed them along my path. He had surprised himself with the thought.

Until then, he had con- sidered the omens to be things of this world. He had never thought of them in terms of a language used by God to indicate what he should do. They were people of the desert, and clamored to hear his stories about the great cities. The boy told them about his life as a shepherd, and was about to tell them of his experiences at the crystal shop when the Englishman came into the tent.

An al- chemist would probably live in a manner that was dif- ferent from that of the rest of the people at the oasis, and it was likely that in his tent an oven was continu- ously burning. They searched everywhere, and found that the oasis was much larger than they could have imagined; there were hundreds of tents.

He should respect tradition. The Englishman was disappointed. It seemed he had made the long journey for nothing. The boy was also saddened; his friend was in pursuit of his Personal Leg- end. Maybe no one here knows what an alchemist is! Then a man approached. Another man appeared. He was older, and was carrying a small bucket. The boy repeated his question. Only when he consents.

Then leave with the caravan. But the Englishman was exultant. They were on the right track. Finally, a young woman approached who was not dressed in black.

The boy approached her to ask about the al- chemist. At that moment, it seemed to him that time stood still, and the Soul of the World surged within him. When he looked into her dark eyes, and saw that her lips were poised between a laugh and silence, he learned the most important part of the language that all the world spoke—the language that everyone on earth was capable of understanding in their heart.

It was love. Something older than humanity, more ancient than the desert. Something that exerted the same force whenever two pairs of eyes met, as had theirs here at the well. She smiled, and that was certainly an omen—the omen he had been awaiting, without even knowing he was, for all his life.

It was the pure Language of the World. It required no explanation, just as the universe needs none as it travels through endless time. What the boy felt at that moment was that he was in the presence of the only woman in his life, and that, with no need for words, she recognized the same thing. He was more certain of it than of anything in the world. He had been told by his parents and grand- parents that he must fall in love and really know a person before becoming committed.

And when two such people encounter each other, and their eyes meet, the past and the future become unimportant. There is only that moment, and the incredible certainty that everything under the sun has been written by one hand only.

It is the hand that evokes love, and creates a twin soul for every person in the world. Maktub, thought the boy. And the girl pointed to the south, indicating that it was there the strange man lived.

And the boy sat there by the well for a long time, remembering that one day in Tarifa the levanter had brought to him the perfume of that woman, and realizing that he had loved her before he even knew she existed. He knew that his love for her would enable him to discover every treasure in the world.

The next day, the boy returned to the well, hoping to see the girl. To his surprise, the Englishman was there, looking out at the desert. I told him what I was seeking, and he asked me if I had ever trans- formed lead into gold. I told him that was what I had come here to learn.

The poor Englishman had traveled all this way, only to be told that he should repeat what he had already done so many times. I love you. I have crossed the desert in search of a treasure that is some- where near the Pyramids, and for me, the war seemed a curse.

The boy looked around him at the date palms. He reminded himself that he had been a shepherd, and that he could be a shepherd again. Fatima was more impor- tant than his treasure. The boy went to the well every day to meet with Fatima. He told her about his life as a shepherd, about the king, and about the crystal shop. There are powerful forces on both sides, and the war is impor- tant to both armies. Then, you taught me something of the universal lan- guage and the Soul of the World.

Because of that, I have become a part of you. I have forgotten about my past, about my traditions, and the way in which men of the desert ex- pect women to behave. Ever since I was a child, I have dreamed that the desert would bring me a wonderful present. So now, I fear nothing, because it was those omens that brought you to me.

And I am a part of your dream, a part of your Personal Legend, as you call it. If you have to wait until the war is over, then wait. But if you have to go before then, go on in pursuit of your dream. The dunes are changed by the wind, but the desert never changes.

He thought of all the married shepherds he had known. Love required them to stay with the people they loved. He told Fatima that, at their next meeting. They become a part of everything. And then the other women are happy because they believe that their men may one day return, as well.

I used to look at those women and envy them their happiness. Now, I too will be one of the women who wait. I want my husband to wander as free as the wind that shapes the dunes. And, if I have to, I will accept the fact that he has become a part of the clouds, and the animals, and the water of the desert.

He wanted to tell him about Fatima. He was surprised when he saw that the Englishman had built himself a furnace outside his tent. As the Englishman stared out at the desert, his eyes seemed brighter than they had when he was reading his books. To do that successfully, I must have no fear of failure. He wandered for a while, keeping the date palms of the oasis within sight.

He listened to the wind, and felt the stones beneath his feet. Here and there, he found a shell, and realized that the desert, in remote times, had been a sea. He sat on a stone, and allowed himself to become hypnotized by the horizon. But Fatima was a woman of the desert, and, if anything could help him to under- stand, it was the desert. As he sat there thinking, he sensed movement above him.

He watched the hawks as they drifted on the wind. He followed the move- ment of the birds, trying to read something into it. Maybe these desert birds could explain to him the meaning of love without ownership.

He felt sleepy. In his heart, he wanted to remain awake, but he also wanted to sleep. When you are in love, things make even more sense, he thought. The vision vanished immediately, but it had shaken him. He had heard people speak of mirages, and had already seen some himself: they were desires that, because of their intensity, materialized over the sands of the desert.

He wanted to forget about the vision, and return to his meditation. He tried again to concentrate on the pink shades of the desert, and its stones. The boy recalled what he had seen in the vision, and sensed that it was actually going to occur. He rose, and made his way back toward the palm trees. Once again, he perceived the many languages in the things about him: this time, the desert was safe, and it was the oasis that had become dangerous.

The camel driver was seated at the base of a palm tree, observing the sunset. He saw the boy appear from the other side of the dunes. The camel driver understood what the boy was say- ing. He knew that any given thing on the face of the earth could reveal the history of all things. The desert was full of men who earned their living based on the ease with which they could penetrate to the Soul of the World. They were known as seers, and they were held in fear by women and the elderly.

Tribesmen were also wary of consulting them, because it would be impossible to be effective in battle if one knew that he was fated to die. The tribesmen preferred the taste of battle, and the thrill of not knowing what the outcome would be; the future was already written by Allah, and what he had written was always for the good of man. Where was his horse? What kind of blow should one deliver next in order to remain alive? Many of them had been right about what they said, while some had been wrong.

Then, one day, the oldest seer he had ever sought out and the one most to be feared had asked why the camel driver was so interested in the future. He wrapped the twigs in a piece of cloth and put them back in his bag. There, I can read the past, discover what has already been forgotten, and understand the omens that are here in the present.

The future be- longs to God, and it is only he who reveals it, under extraordinary circumstances. How do I guess at the fu- ture? Based on the omens of the present. The secret is here in the present.

If you pay attention to the present, you can improve upon it. And, if you improve on the present, what comes later will also be better.

Each day, in itself, brings with it an eternity. And God only rarely reveals the future. Why was it that he wanted the boy to serve as his instrument? They believe that if they have to know about something Allah wants them to know, someone will tell them about it.

It has happened many times before. But, this time, the person is you. And he decided he would go to see the chiefs of the tribes.

When he emerged, it was with a young Arab, dressed in white and gold. The boy told the younger man what he had seen, and the man asked him to wait there. He disappeared into the tent. Only the lights in the great tent remained. During all this time, the boy thought about Fatima, and he was still unable to understand his last conversation with her.

Finally, after hours of waiting, the guard bade the boy enter. The boy was astonished by what he saw in- side. Never could he have imagined that, there in the middle of the desert, there existed a tent like this one.

The ground was covered with the most beautiful car- pets he had ever walked upon, and from the top of the structure hung lamps of handwrought gold, each with a lighted candle.

The tribal chieftains were seated at the back of the tent in a semicircle, resting upon richly em- broidered silk cushions. Alchemist is the most famous English novel a most-read English novel and a life-changing book.

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DMCA and Copyright : The book is not hosted on our servers, to remove the file please contact the source url. The story of this popular novel by Paulo Coelho follows the amazing and motivational story of an ordinary Andalusian boy, Santiago, who works as a shepherd. After having repeated dreams of a mysterious prophecy, he started to take it seriously.

He told about his dream to a local fortune teller, and she interprets that he will discover a great treasure in the pyramids of Giza in Egypt. He believed what she said, and then he decided to set out on a journey that will change his life forever. During his journey, he met an Alchemist, who help him to realize his worth and learn important lessons about life. It motivates the readers to take control of their lives and never leave anything to fate; if you make true efforts, everything will work in your favor.

According to its author, Paulo Coelho, he wrote this powerful novel in just two weeks and termed it the words of his soul.