THE LEGONDE OF HMADE ONAMIRE
“ In the early ages in the past of our civilzation at the begining of the world when animals used to talk, there was a young boy,who was named ‘Hmade Onamire’, living in alitle village in souss district.’’like this, may grandmother always used tosay while re lating to us one of her mysterious, interesting, orale, legendary stories.but this time,the situation is so different especially when the subject is one of the most popular stories among the Amazighian society. The subject of narrating, this time, is the legendary story of “Hmade Onamire’’.
“As I said before, my sweat hearts, the young boy,’’my grand mother continued, “lived with his mother in a little village which belongs to one of the most beutiful places in the world. This place place was called ‘Tafraoute’…’’
And what magnificinet environment ! discribed by my grand mother’s magical words,which renders the atmosphere breathable and the prospective perceptable. All, her words and her narrative sense were adequtely sufficient to attract us into her attractive world of all imaginations.
Tafraoute is a distict situated at the end of the little Anti-Atlas montains section in morocco. It is known by the existence of the sacred Argan trees, which provides Argan oil for the native population as well as for the european restaurants and labratories.in the spring, one my sees beautiful perspectives of Argan trees,can percieve small agricultural field scutered here and there upon grassy valleys, and may observes some shepherds pasturing their sheeps the whole day in the attractive nature.
Among small villages,all spread on vast lands and valleys, a little village was scarecely appearing in the darkness at the sunrise in an early cold morning. A young boy came out from an old door, made from argan wood,of an old house in the midst of the village houses, which were built in a traditional way by rocks constracted together to result beautiful mosaic. The young boy, wearing a white ‘jellabat’ and a traditional yellow shoes , walked slowly to the village’s mosque, opend the door and ascended up the stairs leading toa small room, in which he entered. Then the boy saluated his master, who was setting down in a corner, and sat down near his classmates.
In the outside, the boy’s voices while reading the holly koran verses can be heared by the passengers and the village inhabitants. These legedary voices, mingled withe the cocks’ crowing and the birds twitterings, were the heart of an unforgetable fantasies. After an hour had passt, a small boy, was sitting near Hmad, suddenly cried, “ Look ser at the hand of Hmad ! it is all painted withe henna .’’
“oh, my God !’’ the master said with astonishment, “henna is only for women !’’ and he added without leaving a chance for Hmade to defend himself, shall panish you, then, for doing this !’’
The young boy, panished by the teacher, returned home sad, because he was prevented from returning back to study until the henna had vanished upon his hand. Hmade, who ignored even the responsible for painting his hand, asked his mother if she was behind that, but unfortunately she answered negatively. Afterwards in the night, as he was depressed, Hmade cold not sleep for the hole night.
All of a sudden, while he was pretending to be slept, he heard some girlish laughters near his bed. Theh, Hmade quickly opened his eyes and found an unbelievable spectacle. He found an extremly splandid, beautiful angel wearing a shiny, white robe ; holding a little stick in her hand and standing near his bed.
“ who are you ? and where did you come from ?’’ Hmade asked the angel with amazement.
“ I am Tounarouz,’’ the angel answered him, “I come from the heaven to clean your hand.’’
“ So, it was you who panted my hand with henna ? isn’t it ?’’the young boy asked.
“Yes,’’ Tounarouz replied, “it was me, because your decipline, intelligence, inspirations and your courage have impressed me, I thought it was a good idea to promote you with henna, the sacered tree of heaven.’’
“ Well, ‘’ said Hmade breathingly, “ How much your dowry cost …you have just inspired me with love, I want to own you, I cannot let go this opportunity…please ! I need you !’’
“But you cannot pay my dowry !’’ said the angel.
“ Certainly, with the help of God I may pay it .’’ replied Hmade with determination.
Thus, the angel imposed on him to build for her seven underground rooms with one key, and to hide this key in a safe place, “That’s my dowry.’’ The angel finished, “It ‘s simple, but it’s too hard.’’
Afterwards, Hmade Onamir carried out her conditions – he built the rooms and hide the key in the poultry pen. Hmade contignued his natural life as usual, but with a small shift.after a long time,his mother noticed his continuous absence during the night, and she observed his usual visits to the poultry pen ; though, she determined to know what’s going on with her son. In the afternoon, the mother took a sack of corn and said to her chicken that the one who would find that key would have the corn sack. The chicken, among them a blind cock, were looking everywhere ; suddenly, the blind cock found the key and got the reward. Then, the mother went to the rooms, opened them one by one and discovered the angel. The later one blow away and disappeared.
In the night after an exhausting day full of hard work and learning, Hmade came back from the mosque, and found his mother waiting to inform him about what had happened. The mother begged her son’s pardon, but the face of the later had already changed from happiness to saddness.
In the early morning, Hmade got up, rode his horse and started like an arrow. The horse ascended hills and descended valleys, swept long tracks and jumped high rocks, and kept galloping days and nights until Hmade Onamir reached the top of the mysterious eagle’s mountain. Then, Hmade asked the eagle to take him to the angels’ world. The later [the eagle ] imposed on the young boy to cut his horse into seven pieces, and to give the eagle one piece of meat each time they would passe a single heaven among the seven heavens, “that’s your only chance.’’the eagle said to him. Hmade accepted immediately, rode the eagle and flew through the sky.
At last Hmade Onamir reached the angels’ world, where he found Tounarouz was waiting for him. She guided him to her palace, and she explained for him her reasons which were behind her parting. And among these reasons : his failure to preserve the key. Anyway, Tounarouz gave him a warm welcom, and accepted his staying in the angels’ world on one condition : that he should never look at the magical lake in order not to see things from the other world.
“ But, my sweat hearts,’’objected my grandmother, this is not the hole story. You have just missed that in spite of Hmade agreament with the angel, he had wished to see the face of his beloved mother just for the last time. That’s why he broke up once again the agreement, and demanded from the magical lake to show him his mother’s conditions. Accordingly, like on the cinema the lake shows him his mother holding the rope of the sheep in the great day of the sacred feast [Aid al Adha]. His mother was saying sadly, “where is my beloved son to massacre this sheep for me ?’’ then, the young boy, unable to bear his mother’s suffering, jumped in the lake and fell down near his mother, became blood and salt, and some of his blood flowed to the sheep,magically massacered it within a second.