A story, a discovery, life can sometimes lead us down uncertain paths full of pain, knowing love just in those moments, can lift us up and make us appreciate life in a different way.

Una historia, un descubrimiento, la vida a veces nos puede conducir por caminos inciertos llenos de dolor, conocer el amor justo en esos momentos, puede levantarnos y hacer que apreciemos la vida de otro modo.

That autumn day

Rashid was a very attractive man, he was born in India, but his family moved to Canada when he was only 10 years old, in that country they were able to progress having a business selling fruits and spices.

Cultural values were maintained in his nuclear family despite not residing in his native country, however, Rashid grew up in a different world and the idea of being a polytheist did not seem very logical to him, although he respected the religion of his parents, he declared himself a Protestant.

Although they got along well with everyone in the locality, they could not avoid that characteristic accent marking differences in the language, for some it could be uncomfortable, for others it seemed attractive, that was my case.

I met Rashid one autumn afternoon, the last leaves were falling from that tree whose orange colors were perfectly camouflaged with the skin of the man who would become my adventure partner.

Rashid was very incredulous, convincing him to accept me as his friend was not an easy road.

Often I would find him sitting in some magical place reading a book, while everyone gathered to talk and gossip, he was just reading and getting lost in his books, I found it fascinating.

Aquel día de otoño

Rashid era un hombre muy atractivo, nació en la India, pero sus familiares se mudaron a Canadá cuando el tenía tan solo 10 años, en ese país pudieron progresar teniendo un negocio de venta de frutas y especies.

Los valores culturales fueron mantenidos en su núcleo familiar a pesar de no residir en su país natal, sin embargo, Rashid creció en un mundo diferente y la idea de ser politeísta no le parecía muy lógica, aunque respetaba la religión de sus padres, se declaró protestante.

Aunque se las llevaban bien con todos en la localidad, no podían evitar ese acento característico marcando diferencias en el idioma, para algunos pudo ser incómodo, para otros les parecía atractivo, ese era mi caso.

Conocí a Rashid una tarde de otoño, las últimas hojas caían de aquel árbol cuyos colores naranjas, se camuflaban perfectamente con la piel de quien se convertiría mi compañero de aventuras.

Rashid era muy incrédulo, convencerlo y que me aceptara como su amiga no fue un camino fácil.

A menudo lo encontraba sentado en algún lugar mágico leyendo un libro, mientras todos se reunían para hablar y chismear, él solo se dedicaba a leer y perderse entre sus libros, me parecía fascinante.

More than a friend, a treasure

He became my best friend, my unconditional support, I was not wrong in thinking that being with him would be an enriching and magical experience. I lived the story of my fantasy.

Fantasies crumble when torture makes us see death as an entity that comes to take everything away from us. Life was suddenly reduced to taking care of our needs and some essential values.

I became ill, everyone abandoned me, even my own strength, but not Rashid. Suffering came to me like a sword piercing my life like a revealing weapon. I asked myself many times, is it necessary to go through so much pain? I refused a thousand times because life is cruel.

When I fell into bed, Rashid took care of me daily, combed my hair and read me fantastic love stories, his difficult narration behind the accents of his mother tongue, transported me to the magical, luminous and splendorous India. Every day I waited impatiently for my dear friend to return from work to visit me.

To escape from my daily routine, I would fabricate fantasies, imagining that pain was the necessary decomposition to break me into pieces, that suffering is nothing more than knowing ourselves internally and loving beyond the earthly plane.

Más que amigo, un tesoro

Él se convirtió en mi mejor amigo, mi apoyo incondicional, no me equivoqué al pensar que estar junto a él sería una experiencia enriquecedora y mágica. Viví mi cuento de fantasía.

Las fantasías caen a pedazos cuando la tortura nos hace ver la muerte como un ente que llega a arrebatarnos todo. La vida de pronto se redujo a atender nuestras necesidades y algunos valores esenciales.

Enfermé, todo mundo me abandonó, hasta mis propias fuerzas, pero Rashid no. El sufrimiento llegó a mí como una espada que atravesó mi vida como un arma reveladora. Me preguntaba muchas veces ¿Es necesario atravesar por tanto dolor? Negué mil veces porque la vida es cruel.

Cuando caí en cama, Rashid me cuidaba a diario, me peinaba y leía cuentos de amor fantásticos, su narración dificultosa tras los acentos de su idioma natal, me trasportaban a la India mágica, brillante y esplendorosa. Todos los días esperaba con ansias mi querido amigo llegara de su trabajo a visitarme.

Para huir de mi día a día, fabriqué fantasías, imaginé que el dolor era la descomposición necesaria para fragmentarme en pedazos, que el sufrimiento no es otra cosa que conocernos internamente y amar más allá del plano terrenal.

We were interrupted by the doctor's entrance with the nurse: – You are discharged.

What happiness I felt at that moment! I am healthy.

Rashid took me home, we did not separate since then, I sat very close to him all the way, when we arrived he took me in his arms to rest, he tucked me in and went to the kitchen to prepare a tea.

I think I was living one of my fantasies, I couldn't believe it myself.

He came back into the room, with his book in one hand holding the box, the cup of tea in the other hand, he sat down next to me, placed the book with the box on the night table, I took the tea from his hands, and when he finished it he said to me: "This book has just been published, it's a book that I have just published, it's a book that I have just published, it's a book that I have just published, it's a book that I have just published:

– This book I just published, it is my story together with you, I love you since the first day I met you, do you want to be my wife, I promise you we will have fun, we will live life enjoying adventures, we will be travel companions and we will explore together everything you want to do, I will be your faithful companion.

Of course I accepted, I loved Rashid with all my soul. We got married and honeymooned in India, every magical place explored with him, treasuring memories, writing our own story.

Spanish

Nos interrumpió la entrada del doctor con la enfermera: – Usted esta dada de alta.

¡Qué felicidad sentí en ese momento! Estoy sana.

Rashid me llevó a casa, no nos separamos desde entonces, me senté muy junto a él todo el camino, al llegar me llevó en sus brazos a descansar, me arropó y se fue a la cocina a preparar un te.

Creo que vivía una de mis fantasías no podía creerlo ni yo misma.

Entró de nuevo en la habitación, con su libro en una mano que sostenía la cajita, la taza de té en la otra mano, se sentó a mi lado, colocó el libro con la caja en la mesa de noche, tomé el te de sus manos, y al acabarlo me dijo:

– Este libro acabo de publicarlo, es mi historia junto a ti, te amo desde el primer día que te conocí, ¿Quieres ser mi esposa? te prometo nos divertiremos, viviremos la vida disfrutando de aventuras, seremos compañeros de viajes y exploraremos juntos todo lo que quieras hacer, seré tu compañero fiel.

Claro que acepté, amaba a Rashid con toda mi alma. Nos casamos y de luna de miel nos fuimos a la India, cada lugar mágico explorado junto a él, atesorando memorias, escribiendo nuestra propia historia.

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