A few weeks ago he hit the
road with a few friends. They have finally decided to do a road trip to see
their country, Yemen, about which they cared deeply yet only have seen very
As the car cruised through
the mountains a strange feeling hovered over him. The music of Ayob Taresh was
playing in the background; a music he almost never appreciated and almost
always felt distant from. The huge mountains stretched in front of him forcing
the roads into loops and tough curves, the mountains were demanding respect,
everybody had to slow down to observe and appreciate the scenery, the villages
on top of the mountains, and the terraces all over, and to bonder about the
Yemeni man who did all that when there was no machinery or new technologies
to help. He did appreciate all that, and suddenly Ayob's music started to
make sense to him.
So fast they drove
eventually, yet the long beautiful peaches seemed to travel with them just as
fast, as a plane in the clouds they thought they were running in place.
As they continued their way,
the strange yet familiar feeling enchanted him. He soul was at home, over the
mountains, across the desert and a long the long beaches of his own country. He
felt connected and at peace, and he knew why he is in love with this
country, yet no specific
words could come out of him to communicate the feeling for
others. It had to be
experienced and it had to be lived. His body vanished, and his soul was free.
Finally he realized she was his body, he were her soul.
When was the last time you
traveled across Yemen?
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