The Alchemist By Paulo Coelho

When you are in love, you have to overcome many obstacles to get the one you love. In the book The Alchemist by Paulo Coelho, a Spanish Shepherd named Santiago goes on a journey through Africa and the Sahara desert. He is on his way to find some treasure at the Great Pyramids when he meets a gypsy. The gypsy tells him where to find the treasure and that he has to give half of it to her. He wants to fulfill his personal legend of finding the treasure.. I am a delightful girl who lives in the Al-Fayoum desert. A man named Santiago came to my tent to ask about a man named the Alchemist. First he visited me at my tent, then he fell in love with me at my well. When I first saw Santiago my heart jumped out of my chest. He and I talked
As I pulled the container up I recalled that morning. It had been almost five months since I had met Santiago. He had gone to the desert on his way to the pyramids of Egypt looking for a fortune. He and I met at the well close to my little tent. He had looked into my eyes so deeply and I into his, we both knew immediately that we were in love. He had been advised that if he stayed and didn't fulfill his own legend, we would both be unhappy when got married. So he had left, in the wake of asking for my hand in marriage and promised to return in the wake of finding his fortune. His love is as soft as silk, as bright as the moon.The well quit moving; letting me know that the container was at the highest point of the well and pushing me toward the reality. I freed the can from the well and headed home. I was so deep in my thoughts about Santiago that I didn't see my little sister, Eisha, until I walked into
I replied to her saying that I am worried about Santiago. She told me not to stress about it. She said that Santiago is a smart guy and nothing would happen to him. Generally speaking, I had a dream by the well again of Santiago returning to the country. However, I think that he is still in trouble.

“ Help me! Please! Please! Please!” I heard. The voice I heard matched Santiago's voice. A man was sitting next to the well where he was sitting on the day when I first met him. He had dark hair falling in his dark eyes. His hair was covered in blood and his clothes were tattered in a few spots.

“Santiago!” I ran to him with happiness and with no words to say.
“You are as beautiful as a flower” he said. “Fatima.”
He asked me how had I been. I told him that I am doing well. Santiago and I talked for hours.He told me that he had to go back to the desert because an animal killed his camel. He had fallen and hit his head on the ground where all the rocks were. When Santiago came back from his journey, he came with some gold, money and