Back to Egypt

Not having quenched my thirst to know this place I sought for the same place for yet another night and immediately found me transported to Egypt the land of the son of the God, sand and many mysteries yet unknown to humankind. But this time instead of finding myself standing in front of the great pyramid, I found myself scuttling away in a cemetery adjacent to the river Nile. Hyenas chuckled maliciously; the wind carried the orchestrated eeriness found in the desert night. It rattled my senses, I didn't find washerwomen singing songs or carrying their task, no grooms walked past the stables I passed through, it was just me and the wind travelling as companions. Suddenly the wind stopped blowing, I felt like the people must have felt when Mosses parted the Red Sea to let them pass through it, and I felt as if somebody was paving the path for me. It didn't take me long to understand the scene that I would witness next…Standing with proliferate grace was the GOD of Egypt himself. The power that emanated from that pair of openings called eyes demanded easy submission without any fortitude. But it shocked me to find him beckon me to sit beside him; it was a visual treat to find the great pharaoh standing in front of me but my little knowledge about their world belittled me. I chided myself for giving up history long time ago when I was a student. "I am Ramses II," he said in his commanding voice that seemed to ring an echo throughout the desert making the sand pay their respect to him. I sat there totally awestruck as he told me how he was raised and I reprimanded myself for finding it weird that the great pharaoh was not raised in front of the eyes of his loving father. But I know he understood my feeling that came from its strange system of THA DAMTSE and LEY JUMDRE which they didn't believe in. He told me about how his stubborn nature had earned him the wrath of people in his family and how he had finally succeeded in winning the way to the throne. He told me of his quest in the faraway sand quarries where he flung the pride of being the younger son of the great pharaoh and worked his success as a stone carver, his role in the court as a royal scribe, this reminded me of the hieroglyphs I had seen during my previous visit and wondered whether it was his work I had set my eyes, he gave me a smile reading my thoughts and nodded. He talked to me about the battles he had fought that made his heart harden, of tests his father conducted on him, the treachery he had to live with as a courtier, the mysteries of God's hand leading him with unknown force through the storms of nature's forces. I travelled in time with his words on the various travels he made in his lifetime to unknown places to meet unknown perils teaching yet some more of life's wisdom to him. It was just when he was going to tell me about the fair Iset, his companion who saw his heart and not his failing position then, I felt time pulling me back to my roots and Lo! I found myself out of Egypt for yet another night. But I started dreaming of Iset the fair even after reaching my grave and without the great man having to tell me the details, from the look on his face I understood that what they shared was beyond the wish of human desires. It was the union of the heart and the soul.