The Star of Love

Author: Fawz Hamza

Translated by: Zaineb Hattach

My mother gave birth to me in a small cart pulled by two geese. It was dawn, and the

goddess of feminine beauty was driving the cart.

After countless years, I became a star, and only then, the sky told me that a lot of things

cooperated to keep me shining all the time. These things are what make people’s destinies, too,

which may seem different, but there are some invisible magical threads hanged between the sky

and the earth that connect those destinies. Moreover, the sky whispered a great secret to me:

“Humans must look attentively at everything around them so that they can touch those

threads that will tell them that the distances, places, and times that shadow them are not as they

appear to them. After a long time of their existence in this universe, they will know that there is

another world behind theirs. It is far away, but as soon as they close their eyes, they will feel its

beating flowing in their hearts to give life its magic and its secret of renewal.”

When I grew up, some liked to call me “The morning star,” while others called me “ The

evening star.” Whereas my friend, the moon, used to call me “The morning and evening star”

because I love to stay next to him during his appearance and his departure as well because he is

the brightest and the most handsome creature in the sky.

Once, I woke up from a strange dream, as if my flowing light from the heights began to

reduce. I wondered saying, “How could a star like me, whose light ignites everything beneath

her, lose all her shine?” and amid my sadness, I felt waves of brightness leaking into me from

the goddess of love, Aphrodite. These waves gave me two wings of light to wander freely in the

whole universe as if I were dancing in my dreams. I told the moon about it, he said with a smile:

“Oh, the star of my morning and my evening, my brightness, and my sparkle. Teach

humans how to read incantations on the nebula, teach them how to hear calls from here. Be the

common language of lovers. Do not feed on anything but the God’s sun. Descend with your

night light to embrace the earth, let it drown the waves of the river of love where virgins stand on

its edges to baptize their bodies with its water, to prepare themselves for life. And tell that who

sheds tears that she won’t die forgotten since someone is waiting for her eagerly on the other

side.”

And as I bid farewell night to welcome morning; a song started playing, announcing the

birth of a new era.