Once I was walking somewhere without knowing where to go but set forth into the wild. In the path of my meaningless journey, I paused at a place to quench my thirst, all alone in the mountains of Burzkoh. The only possible shade for me was a shadow of a tree that had the name ‘Baloch’ from antiquity. Situating myself at the shadow of the Baloch tree was essential for me to drink some water and refresh myself into this warm wild, but instantly I felt a blustery throwing some leaves of the tree on me. I looked at those leaves that were covered with blood. They were bleeding. I tried to touch them but the blood disappeared. I was unaware of this mysterious place, and I never had that much chaos of thoughts in myself. I wondered about the fallen leaves and pondered why they were covered with blood; from whose reign they were tormented? Then I looked at that branch of the tree where those leaves were fixed once.
What I saw was annoying for me that from the whole of the tree only a separate crown was bleeding and its leaves were badly wounded, but the fallen leaves were ambiguous in their appearances. Every time I touched them the blood from their skin flew away and appeared when I took my hand back. Being alone in the wild was the most depressing situation for me, but the difference was, by the passage of time things were getting different for me.
I could not even grasp what was happening, but the change which I assumed was the concerns of mine evoking me to think of the tree which was shadowing me. Soon I realized the pain of that wounded crown was panicking me and I could not endure the pain of these falling leaves rather I wondered what if I lend a hand to this feeble creature whose suffering was now my suffering and whose pain was now my pain. I was the only one to think of it and could help to cure. I might have been a fool to think so because I could walk on and forget what I have seen in the wild but the evoking thoughts just told me to follow them and I did. Things were not so easy there and I was unaccustomed to this place but I felt like this place knows me already and was sheltering me through its affections.
I was not the same Rozhn, not the one who had initiated a meaningless journey towards hill before glimpsing the Baloch. I was captured with effective thoughts which were not only compelling me to think of that tree but forced me to provide every support to it. That was the moment I stood up and climbed the tree. I got there to hold that wounded crown, but again by my touch, the bleeding spots disappeared and once again I was shocked to see such a magic of my hands. I wished I could hold it forever because the way I was understanding myself after setting at the shadow was never understood before and I only thought to hold that crown just to lower its suffering and desired for a cure.
When I was holding the wounded crown, it was the most cheerful mark for it and while I tried to make an easier position to hold it in a much easier way, suddenly I thought of the others who were just living as I once lived and desired what if they come and join me by holding the other crowns which have already started bleeding just the way the crown which I was holding was bleeding once. They also share the same magical blood as I. They may hold the other crowns and let me hold mine. This was a delightful thought for me. In a quick response, I soon jumped from the tree and ran towards the place where other natives were inhabited, but I had far left that place behind and had to pass the hill and mounds.