A DREAM IN NEVER LAND

When I used to talk about the legend and it's being there some where, I was talking about an entire life legend may be, or perhaps another one about love, or may be a legend to talk about after 20 years or so that it has happened to me,
Doing something..
Winning something..
Being mentioned in a very unique type of newspaper..
Going somewhere where paradise is on earth..
Or meeting some one.
Different one..
Was created for me, only.
but when having a very very weird experience of life…,talking about my being positive of the following idea: :) my life is not ordinary and my stories are not either.
And also my love story has to be hidden somewhere in one of the unknown sides of fate, which needs a great struggling heart to get it out of the jaws of the anti philanthropists that we live among not upon our imaginary strong will.
The weird experience was forgetting the legend, ironically. Under the greedy pressure of life and turning to be a small gear in a huge machine like one of those that was in Morlac life in the Time Machine film. Shields all over. And then out of the mist, fate reveals that part of his that hides my story, MY LEGEND, and for a short while I confuse: is that you?
Are you really coming?
Is this what I used to talk about and did not try for whole of my life?
Is this is how the legend start? Forgetting it is how it starts?
Forgetting about it and moving a head, makes it spark, shine and smile.
Believe.
My legend.

Dahlia's spirit In Luxor 2004

It was the last night in the west bank of luxor. Was about 12 at midnight, my friends and I after a very long amusing day in the east bank went home to have a fancy dinner at our friend's Salah. I left them at the beginning of the road to the mountain before the car reaches the two huge status of Memnon.
I got enchanted with the air, the lights on the colossi's, and the goddess that must still wandering all over the glorious mountain.
Kept walking, staring to an unseen point in the horizon between the sky and the mountain. Never felt the space, never felt the distance. I even couldn't remember that I have to run to attend the party that Salah made for us.
When reaching the left ally that leads to the hotel HABU, I noticed that I have company, the full moon was above my left shoulder and I got so close to the mountain as I could see the tiny lights of the small slum village "el-qourna" assembling deep and honest looks that I'm on the right way.
The wind was so soft and carrying the smell of the ancient life, there was not a human soul in the eye sight. I felt the energy of the place. The power of history, and I lie on the car road, and I actually went on sleeping for 20 mins. Deep sleep without dreaming I presume.
I woke up and remembered the dinner, went on my way to the hotel, finding a small roofless room on the right side of the road, I couldn't beat my curiosity to climb it and to see the most legendary view of the Egyptian temple HABU. And that's where the word "a superstitious palace built under the sea" took place. I saw the extension of the columns under the sacred lake of HABU, no kidding this has to be the reflection of the huge sandy dark columns of that energetic temple, but my eyes insisted to see it as the extension OH, MY GOD. This temple….this city…….this mountain……,never stops enchanting me.

Dahlia Refaat