The Stone at the Door

Who doesn't love a good love story? A young man, in search of his bride, goes to a trusted father-figure to help him find that young woman. The man is very willing to help. And, it looks like everything is set for the wedding. However, there is just one hurdle to overcome. The young man must move a mysterious stone away from the door. If this young woman is truly the bride Allah has selected for him, it shouldn't be a problem to move the stone. And, that is the problem. Over the years, I have collected over two hundred fifty tales from around the world. Hands down, no competition, not even close, this is my favorite one. Not only is it a beautiful story, but it reminds me of the two wonderful years I lived in Morocco. On my very first vacation, I headed over the Atlas Mountains into the Sahara Desert where I could ride a camel. Seriously, who wouldn't want to do that? But, in order to get there, the bus always stopped for a break in Taddart at the crest of the mountains. On my very first trip through Taddart, I met Lahcen. The friendship was instant. I returned there over and over whenever I needed to escape from Casablanca. I stayed in Lahcen's home, shared tagine with his family, and made a friend for life. I brought friends and family to Taddart over the years. They all loved the Moroccan experience, and they especially loved Lahcen. I guess love was in the air. One man had a crush on my sister. He called her a gazelle. And, he offered two camels for her. Her husband would never have approved.