Daily journey with books

Every day he wakes up early going to his favorite place in the house, the place which leads him to his special kingdom, the library. He spends a long time with books, the time of lunch comes, his wife calls him, his children wait for him, but he is in another world, in which he forgets every person, everything, he cannot remember even himself.

One day his young boy asked him: father! Do you love books more than me? He answered with a lovely smile: of course I love you more than them. His young boy said: what is the difference between me and them? The father said to his boy: you are the tree of my life while they are the fruits of my life, and you know well that the tree remains but the fruits go. The young boy became happy when he listened to these sweet words; so he demanded more expressions from his father.

Well my son, you are the main cloud which gives me rain, and they are the rain that comes to visit us from time to time. You are the most important train when I travel during the roads of life but books are the passengers that they come and go during this long journey on these roads. The young boy met his mother in the kitchen; while she was preparing the food for lunch, he told her about what his father said to him, asking her how his father can find this style of expression.

His mother said to him: oh my son you should know that your father is a famous poet, and he has good imagination which helps him to create his own language. But you did not tell me how he had built this wide world and this riche language. His mother told him with a kind smile: I don’t know, if you want to know ask about his daily journey with books, it will give you the clear answer.

Dr: Jihad Taher Bakfalouni