Heaven’s Blessing by Fatima Azeem

Heaven’s Blessing

There were three mountains, similar in shape and color, inside and out,  as the villagers would say. On each peak, there was a single tree that bore pomegranates. If you were lucky, you’d find a golden one; its seeds shone like rubies. The juice resembled that of honey, a fair description due to its sweetness. Putting aside the looks and taste, the golden pomegranate was a gift; nothing but good would bless the one who ate it, say the ones to tell the story. Only one man was able to find the fruit everyone wanted, a man who lived 3 centuries ago in the very village where few reside today. It’s said that once eaten, said man would cry tears of pearls, authentic, beautiful, gleaming pearls that you would find only on the ocean floor. No one knows why these trees are hard to find, but if anyone could guess, it’s because they’re from Heaven itself. They have to be. Only the chosen would find their way towards it. This story was told over and over among the children I played with. Whether it was true or not, we didn’t know. Its story, however, was intriguing, and we would only hope of finding this treasure in our dreams. 

 by Fatima Azeem