It is one of the most common things that make a person regret and regret, and is constantly followed by regret that he does not know how to get rid of, and if he tries… memory recalls it, like that wound that was with a sharp dagger, and you do not know who was lurking for you, and was behind that irreparable loss, and You want, and do not know how to compensate, such as being fond of rosaries, fond of their types and shapes, and have formed a culture of them by searching, discovering, selecting and acquiring them for more than thirty years, such that they are sometimes the goal of every travel, and a beloved destination in any city, searching for the rarest of them. Value, type, and about the oldest ones, and about those connected to stories, history, or personalities that you acquired before you. The hobby of selecting and acquiring rosaries accompanied me throughout those long years, until I had a collection of more than a hundred, selected, and from various precious and precious stones, including those made with gold and silver and handcrafted. Some of them are made of pearls, ivory, gold, diamonds, tortoise shells, sandalwood, Russian and Polish amber, Yemeni coral, precious stones from Brazil, and scented wood. Some of these rosaries have stories, and some of them are linked to stories before and after the purchase. Others carry memories and occasions that will not be repeated, so they cannot be gone. For the city of Nazareth, the city of Jesus Christ, and do not get a rare religious rosary or rosary from it, which is in the churches of ancient Greece on the top of the mountains, and you return from it with your hands empty, or be in Nepal, and do not search for a different religious rosary, Iraq, the Levant, Egypt, Turkey, Lebanon. Kuwait, Saudi Arabia, Yemen, Iran, all of them can give you at least a rare and different rosary, and you cannot find its sister, until it became a spiritual wealth, other than material wealth, and it became a hobby that is associated with me and travel, and I was always afraid of stealing the rosary from someone else. The hand, or someone asks you to swim with it for a few minutes, and you forget it in his hand, and it is possible that he does not know its true value, nor the emotional things connected to it. He just liked its rotation between your fingers, and wanted to try it, and thought that he could snatch it from you, or shyness prevented you from asking him for it. This is a fundamental dilemma for collectors and selectors of rosaries.
For this carefully selected group, I made a special, tightly sealed wooden “window” made of thick glass, arranged regularly, similar to a sequence of rosary beads. It continued to travel with me from house to house, and on my travels I chose one of them to accompany me in cities, like the crutch of a dervish who believes in guards and strong fortresses.
The rosary, or rosary, or rosary, is an ancient one that was adopted by monks, priests, and followers of other religions before Islam, such as Judaism and Christianity. It was among the Hindus and Buddhists, and the Phoenicians used it for barter. Muslims knew it in the third century AH through Egypt, and with the spread of Sufi orders, it flourished and became familiar in the hands of Dervishes, and the Turks contributed to its spread, until today it has become a social tradition, and the Rosary appeared in the tenth century AD, when the monks replaced it from reciting the 150 Psalms of David, with the recitation of 150 prayers of the Angelic Hail, so it was called at the time “Rose Mary.” It was made from date pits. And olives and other fruits, and graduated to precious stones, silver, pearls, and gold, and are called “Rosary” in English, “Chapelet” in French, “Rosario” in Spanish, and “Tasbih” in Turkish.
Suddenly…on a day for which I did not know the sun, those rosaries were lost inattentively, between the moment of moving and the moments of travel. They were in a military-coloured bag. I put it myself and locked it out of concern for it. Whoever took it certainly did not know its material value, nor its spiritual value, but… He drew a blunt dagger and stuck it in the flank.
Today.. I am unable.. I am unable to start again on the journey of ancient love, and to select beads from the precious stone, for my fingers that I fear will tremble from the action of the thief of the rosary!
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