Everytime i read your articles, i feel that your work doesn’t only touch straight on my heart, but actually they are written sitting inside my heart…

You are just amazing. Salute to you.

Thank you because you always find a way to inspire me and others all around the world. Just like many more souls, mine is broken. I once, very early in my life, decided to give a chance to love; and got heart-broken. I did not give up and I gave another chance to love, and my heart got broken once more. I recently decided to give a last chance in love, yet again… this pain is like no other. This time, I felt I made contact with the true nature of love, not because of whom I made, but of whom I became. I loved not the woman, but the soul. It was the first time I sacrificed myself for her, knowing that I would loose everything.

I read the Alchemist a long time ago, yet there is a part that cannot go away from my mind… at the end everything happens in threes. And my heart is broken for a third time. The irony is that all three of them were C.

If your love is reciprocated, then there is no other emotion more heavenly and divine than that but if it is not, then there is no other pain more deadlier than that. So actually, we experience both pain and ectasy when in love.

Indifference
A young man was walking along the beach… beach was endless… no beginning no end… he was walking this way for ages… maybe centuries too… doesn’t remember when he started the walk, doesn’t know when it will end up… he saw many beautiful sunrises and sunsets… he saw many storms and felt many waves… he saw many faces of the sea, but still he haven’t seen all of them… but he was still walking this coast… one day after strong storm sea has put a lot of grass along the coast… he thought he saw something unusual not far away… when he approached he saw a girl… she lied helpless, almost not showing any signs of life… he took the girl in his arms and put her on dry sand… she was shaking and looked like she has fever… he covered girl with his jacket and then he collected some dry branches and put them on fire… he stayed with girl whole night, giving her water, covering her, looking after her… in the morning when he woke up girl wasn’t there… fire smothered… he turn around and saw girl standing by sea… she approached and gave him some shells she collected beside the sea not far away… ‘thank you’, said man… ‘where are you from?’, he asked, but the girl was silent and she was just looking at him… ‘can you talk?’, but no answer again… ‘oke… I am walking this beach, I don’t know the reason, but it is important for me, I know that… you can join me if you wish’… and he started to walk again. Girl was following him… First days man felt that it was nice to have company, even silent one… It’s not nice to walk alone… and they walked together… girl was silent, but the man was talking about things he saw, about things he did, about things he remembered… and the girl… she was collecting shells and at night she was watching the stars until late while he was talking his stories… One day a thought came to him… ‘I am walking this way cause it is meant so, and this girl… well, she seems nice… but she slows me down… I cant take care of her… I must focus on my way…’ and he told her in polite way ‘well… I think we walked together enough… I think you are oke now and you can continue to walk alone…’ The girl was silent… he continue to walk, but when he turned around, he saw that girl was still walking behind him… ‘Did you understand me? You cant follow me, I cant follow you… go your way… I have to go mine’… Girl was still looking at him, silently… He was annoyed… ‘Go away… I don’t have time nor energy for you!’… he said loudly… Girl was standing… he continued walk… when he turned around he saw her figure in the distance becoming smaller and smaller, and he continue walking… Tomorrow he felt relief… girl wasn’t behind him, he could walk his way without being disturb… next day, he thought how good he did cause he told her not to follow him… ‘ah, now I have time to focus on my journey’… third day, he was turning around from time to time ‘I hope she is not following me, I don’t have time for that’, he thought… Fourth day he felt a bit worried… ‘what if she got lost somewhere?… no, I am sure she will be fine’, but while he walked he was turning back all the time… Fifth day, he decided to seat for a while and rest on a rocks besides the sea… ‘maybe, I can wait a bit, and she will appear in the distance… of course, I don’t miss her, I just want to be sure that she is oke’… Next day, he was still seating on the rocks ‘Where is she? Where is she?’, were his thoughts…
Fishermen that sometimes sail near this coast say… that sometimes when the wind calms down and weather is clear they can see a man seating on the rocks while waves are crashing into them… sometimes they can even hear him crying and calling someone ‘Where are you? Where are you?’.

I am writting you this letter on my blog because I don’t have your email adress, so I guess will just express myself in this way.
I’d just like to thank you. My mom lent me ‘The Alchemist’ when I was 8 or 9 years old and even if I think I was too young to understand what it was all about, I was seduced by the words and by Santiago.
It was the first line of a fabulous love story, the one talking about me and your books.
When I was 12, I re-read it and some others of your books.
By the age of 19, you were my favorite author (and still are) and I even tried to make my boyfriend read The alchemist but he just couldn’t..
I was iniated in a sufi order just before my 20th birthday and when Aleph came out (just before my 21st birthday), I was at a crossroad of my life
when I was a little (well actually comletely) lost. My boyfriend of almost two months left me out of the blue even if I was fighting really hard to keep us together. While doing this I turned my back to many friends because they were trying to convince me to let it go; but I just couldn’t.. I was so madly in love. Fighting for him made me turn my back to my path and I choose the wrong road at the crossroad. I didn’t know how to turn away so I kept going. I was walking away from my goal and I put my sufis ‘practices’ entre parenthese. I was just hurting too much and I didn’t think there was a way in it for me to get better. And that was my biggest mistake. I realised it when I needed back the things I used to saw or my guardian angel
whom I talked to really often. I went back to the ‘practices’ but I didnt know if i was doing right or if i would be forgotten.

And then I opened Aleph, and in the first pages was the sufi prayer.
And you, whom i always admired were lost, looking for something, wanting more, and i just couldnt believe that you could be struggling as I was. And it helped me in a way I cant even describe. The travel you did then, I am willing to do it now. I need to go on, to reconnect and you helped me, I then understood that I decided to give up for the wrong reasons. And if the way doesn’t just lit up in front of me Its because I chose to make it more difficult. And I am still hurting but I can’t stay back. I have to go on even if it’s so hard
I need to move on, and to win back what I gave up. And I understood that it wouldn’t be easy but that I am not me without it. And I am gonna fight to get back what I lost. At least some close friends lit up the sacred fire for me so I know that I will never be completely alone. I just need to get back on the right path even tho I don’t really know what it is anymore.But I am willing to habe it back. So just Thank You.

I know this letter is not perfect and I will probably make more modifications but something told me I needed to post this now.

Thank you,
Sissi, just another young broken-heart reader you helped

I wish you all a wonderful day