Faith

Faith

A Story by Tarek
"

rain comes back.

"

After three months without rain, the priest decided to gather some pious men from the village and climb the great mountain to ask god for rain.

 

They climbed. Halfway up the mountain, a boy stopped. He opened his leather sack and took out a wool, grey quilt. After smiling at his father, he wrapped himself in the quilt and went on climbing. It seemed that he did not notice the inquiring looks of the other men. It was hot and this boy was wearing a quilt.

 

“Boy,” the priest said, “take the quilt off. It’s stifling; it hadn’t rained for months.”

 

“Sorry sir,” the boy said, tightening the quilt over his shoulders as if feeling cold. “We’ve to be ready when it rains.”

 

A tall man walked forward and pointed at the sky. He spoke angrily. “It might not r…”

 

And before he finished his sentence, thunder roared at the sky and the first drop of rain fell over the boy’s red cheek.

© 2009 Tarek


Author's Note

Tarek
It's a theme that really means a lot to me; it's the theme of faith.

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Too many people, today, have forgotten the real meaning of "faith". Believing, it can only be, expressed through physical acts and objects. In reality, "faith" is taking the step into the unknown. Knowing you will always be protected. Even, if you should fall. Like the small boy's blanket and his father's trust in him. Without faith, one can't have trust. Sadly, trust is one thing, this world needs more of.

Posted 14 Years Ago


This is beautiful. Yes, Faith seems to disappear in this society today. Not even a little faith could be shown, and just let themself drown into the sea of disappointment. I like your writing. Short, yet meaningful.

Posted 14 Years Ago


I got into a conversation with someone the other day about Faith.
I told him you may not be able to see it or feel it but it's there.

They argued with me that it can be seen, I said show it to me.
They showed me the cross, and said there's your faith.

I said yeah! But you can't touch it or see it and have your faith.
Faith is a feeling not a calling. I still haven't had a remark back
from that one.

This is a remarkable write!

Posted 15 Years Ago


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I Love reading, writing and singing countertenor. I'm just 17 so i guess that i have alot of time to keep improving my writing, and that won't happen unless i benefit from everyone's advice round here.. more..

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