In his wonderful novels “Like Icarus”, the late writer Ahmed Khaled Tawfik dealt with the legend of the Greek hero Icarus, who came close to the sun and burned him, but in the modern and Egyptian ways through the Egyptian hero of his novel.

For those who do not know the legend of Icarus, it talks about a Greek hero who was imprisoned on one of the Greek islands, and he tried to escape with his father from the island by installing wax wings to help him fly. And indeed he succeeded in flying it, but the higher he climbed and fled, the closer he got to the sun, which melted his wax wings, and he fell dead into the sea.

The legend of Icarus carries many lessons and sermons, perhaps the most prominent of which is that every time a person soars to the top, his fall is resounding, and that of course for every rise there is a heavy price that must be paid, whatever the intentions and reasons, while others see that the great sermon of the Greek myth is that one should not approach Strongly from the truth, it may be a disaster for its owner like butterflies burned by light.

All this is beautiful.. Maybe Icarus really did wrong and deserved his fate, maybe he came too far, maybe he knew too much, at least there is poetic justice to be expected from his crazy flight of escape.. But what about Sisyphus?

That man in Greek mythology, who was punished by Zeus to roll the same rock every time to the top of a steep hill, which is great if you know, will face innumerable obstacles and struggle with a boulder of enormous size and weight, and as soon as he reaches the top, it rolls Rock to the hillside, to start over.

Like Sisyphus, many of us find ourselves in such a situation, rolling over the rock of our lives, toiling and working until we reach the top of the hill, and hardly resting on our arrival, until we are forced to start from scratch again, perhaps more experienced this time, but the challenges are also different. And it takes as long as it takes before he reaches the top… and Hope finds himself having to start over.

Sisyphus received this punishment for defying Zeus, the chief god in Greek mythology, but what did one of us do to receive such punishment? We only believe in God, so have we challenged His will without knowing it? Did we pick the wrong rock? Did we pick the wrong hill? Why does our life revolve in closed loops in which we do not see a real breakthrough, but just another trip to the top of the hill?

The worst possible punishment is an exhausting journey with no hope of ending and no escape from completion, or as it was said: There is no more terrible punishment than a tiring, hopeless and useless work… just like Sisyphus!

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