Stories from the book: The Sand Child

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The second of my stories: the story of a young woman born female, forced by her father to become a man and by God into sand

My unpublished stories

What you are about to read is an unpublished story of mine taken from the novel that I started writing in the summer of 2021. In it, a main story alternates with various small stories (for now from 3 to 5 per chapter) that the protagonist narrates at the end of the day, each with its own specific meaning and “why” within the plot. In September 2021 I launched a survey on the Middle East and Surroundings Telegram channel to understand how many were interested in the project and, to my great joy and surprise, there were many votes and all of them positive. Not wanting to reveal the whole work to you, I have chosen to show you only the stories, so that you can have something absolutely new and unpublished to read and I have an extra motivation to carry it on. My ambition is to write at least one chapter a month and thus make this column a fixed appointment, but in any case the stories of each chapter will be loaded all together and only and exclusively if the latter is completely finished.

Precisely for this reason you will already find on the site all the stories of the first chapter “The sand and the wanderer”:“The Tuareg and the voice of the desert”, “”, “The Sand Child“, “Atlas“, “The island that is not there” and “Hannibal“; and the second, which includes: “The tattooed young woman”, “Ashes of Sufis” and “Antaeus”.

Enjoy the reading!

The Sand Child

One day in the city of Sef, after 7 sisters, Mohamed Ahmed was born. She was born female but, by the will of her father not to disperse the patrimony, he will grow up male in spite of his own body, giving life to an unparalleled story. Once she became bigger than her, to strengthen the paternal lie, she was forced to marry a young girl called Nur and it was she who illuminated the fate of Mohamed. The young bride, in fact, was really in love with her husband, wanting nothing more than to spend her nights in her company, burning with love with every breath of her. Precisely for this reason, her surprise in discovering the lie behind her appearance was great, which, however, did not affect the passion she felt in the least, leading her to savor sensations that her body had never imagined before.

Initially, the two women enjoyed their condition to the fullest, with Mohamed wandering around the kasbah covered in clothes in the morning, stripping body and soul every evening in front of his beloved. At a certain point, however, Mohamed’s father died and the latter was forced to take care of his business, thus touching the delicate balance between the two souls and the two forms. Initially the two lovers managed to adjust to the difficulties, but then, as the months went by, Nur suffered more and more from the lack of her beloved, falling without strength into a fatal depression.

Without his great fire of love and spirit, Mohamed completely lost his mind, starting to take refuge more and more often in alcohol, the only spirit capable of warming him and reviving his heart. One day, at the height of a particularly intense drink, the young woman came out of the tavern and tore off her every dress in the square, making clear to the world the lie that she had filled every part of her life. Still in the impetus of her madness of Love, she took her own black steed and galloped away from that city that had brought her so many evils and misfortunes, penetrating further and further into the desert. After galloping for several miles, she found a small oasis with palm trees and a small spring, in which she took the longest bath of her life. Once the ablution was finished, he noticed that near her there were the remains of a Bedouin camp and, looking among the latter, he found a splendid white bridal caftan and a torch. Put on the suit and lit the flame, Mohamed finally let off steam.

She screamed and cried for a long time in the desert about her fate: forced to be a lie by her father and, with his death, to see the only flame go out that can show her the light in the darkness. Her tears moved God, who illuminated her with a blinding fire that in a few moments transformed her flesh into sand, thus giving her the freedom to choose her own appearance from time to time and entrusting her with the task of guiding the Way thanks to the torch and his white caftan.

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