Mohammed Ali and His House by L. (Luise) Mühlbach
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not occur to him that it was the murmur of the waves beating upon
the rock-bound shore without; to him they were the triumphant songs of his future greeting him, the ruler. "A ruler, a hero, a prince, he is to be," said the prophetess to his mother, and he will do what he can to fulfil this prophecy. It was with a great effort only that he could tear himself away from such ecstatic dreams; quit his hidden paradise, and go out into the world, into reality again. One cannot live on dreams; one must eat, too. But it annoys him that he is subjected to this wretched necessity of eating. "If I should have nothing to eat; if I should become so poor and miserable as to have no bread, must I then die be cause I am in the habit of eating?" he would ask himself, in angry tones. "I will learn to live without eating!" he cried, in a loud voice. For days he would wander about in the forests and among the rocks, at a distance from all human habitations, taking no food, in order that he might accustom himself to live on little. On one occasion he remained absent from his mother's hut two days and nights, and Khadra awaited his return in deathly anxiety. Will he never return; has she lost him, her only son, the hope of her future, the blessing of her existence? At last, on the third day, she sees him coming; pale and exhausted, |
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