Like many women, I have a thing for love stories. In fact, I have read countless romantic novels and short stories and seen a lot of romantic movies and soap operas.
You might be thinking A Passion in the Desert is a form of erotic literature for women. Contrary to what the title may suggest, the story I am about to tell you is not steamy nor packed with graphic descriptions on how the scared act of procreation was carried out by lovers in the desert. The truth is, the lead characters did not even exchange a French kiss. Honest! I am not lying.
True to its form, this love story followed the usual boy-meets-girl-and-they-fall-in-love thing. Of course, like all love stories, the characters faced problems in their relationship.
True to its form, this love story followed the usual boy-meets-girl-and-they-fall-in-love thing. Of course, like all love stories, the characters faced problems in their relationship.
During an expedition in Upper Egypt under General Desaix, a French soldier was captured by the Arabs. While his captors were asleep, he managed to escape and stole one of their horses. Eager to get away from the Arabs and to be reunited with his regiment, he wore the horse down until it died in the desert. He wandered for hours, got thirsty for a long time and spent a night beneath the stars in the wilderness. Then, voila! There was an oasis. He greedily drank water and nourished himself with unhoped-for manna: dates. By sundown, he slept in a cave.
Savage sounds jolted him from sleep. The unmistakable breathing of a wild animal came nearer, chilling him to the bones. Later on, as the animal positioned itself at a mere two steps from him, moonlight offered him a better view of his new companion, a panther – the possessor of the royal dwelling he trespassed.As the panther slept, he thought of so many ways of getting rid of his predatory roommate. Since all of them were technically unfeasible, given their proximity and his ineptitude of using the weapons with him, he decided to wait till morning.
When the sun came up, he saw that the panther’s muzzle was smeared with blood and realized that the formidable animal had dinner. He watched his probable killer in its peaceful slumber and admired its animal perfection. It was a regal female panther.
The she-panther woke up and stared at him with a gaze of horrifying steel. Terror gripped him as their gaze met. Attempting to be gracious, he ventured to play the part of an amorous man and tentatively caressed her majestic, golden coat. Much to his surprise, she responded to his touch – like a coquettish woman.
That was the beginning of their love story.
On their fist day together, he very well knew he can be its next meal and thought of all the possible ways of getting rid of her dangerous presence. The she-panther never let him out of her sight and conveyed her mistrust to him with her eyes. She even went as far as making a show of her agility – just to make him shudder at the grim prospect of being outran by her.
As days went by, they learned to live with each other peacefully in the oasis. The desert provided the panther enough game to eat. Dates and water kept the soldier alive. The she-panther grew more and more accustomed to the soldier’s loving touch. The soldier likewise admired the panther deeper and deeper and his thoughts of killing her came farther apart. As their trust for each other grew, so did their love for each other blossom.
He called her “Mignonne”, after his first sweetheart, and she loved the sound of her new name upon his lips.
Mignonne tried to communicate with him. He soon learned what she was trying to say with the tone of her voice. She seduced him with her playfulness and her warm friendship. He bound her to him with his caresses and his devotion to her playful wishes. She filled in for his loss of hope for being found by his comrades. He in turn, became the slave and companion she wanted.
Once, he tried to run away from her but failed to go far enough. Mignonne made sure of that. Upon discovering his sudden absence, she bounded at him on the golden sands. As though he were an errant kitten, she dragged him by his collar all the way back to their “palace” in the oasis.
Unfortunately, some good things never last. Like all cats, Mignonne also would love to take playful bites on her playmate. Of course, the she-panther would not kill her playmate; for her, it was just a game.
One time, when the soldier curiously gaped at an eagle which visited the oasis, Mignonne got jealous of his suddenly divided attention. She turned on him as if enraged with what he did. Without warning, her sharp teeth caught his leg. He was totally, absolutely unprepared for her attack. The soldier was terrified that Mignonne would devour him. All the trust he laid on her were drowned by his instinct for survival. When he got hold of his hunting knife and lethally slit Mignonne’s throat, she gave a cry that froze his very being.
As she lay dying, her eyes asked him why he tried to kill her and at the same time, told him she still loved him despite that. Then, it dawned on him, she meant him no harm and he awfully misunderstood her intention. In his helplessness, he thought he would even give the world… just to bring her back… but she cannot be resurrected, not even by his remorseful tears. By her side, he sat crying and felt very, very sorry for his deadly mistake even long after she breathed her last… until his fellow French soldiers found him in the same oasis, where Mignonne once ruled.
When the sun came up, he saw that the panther’s muzzle was smeared with blood and realized that the formidable animal had dinner. He watched his probable killer in its peaceful slumber and admired its animal perfection. It was a regal female panther.
The she-panther woke up and stared at him with a gaze of horrifying steel. Terror gripped him as their gaze met. Attempting to be gracious, he ventured to play the part of an amorous man and tentatively caressed her majestic, golden coat. Much to his surprise, she responded to his touch – like a coquettish woman.
That was the beginning of their love story.
On their fist day together, he very well knew he can be its next meal and thought of all the possible ways of getting rid of her dangerous presence. The she-panther never let him out of her sight and conveyed her mistrust to him with her eyes. She even went as far as making a show of her agility – just to make him shudder at the grim prospect of being outran by her.
As days went by, they learned to live with each other peacefully in the oasis. The desert provided the panther enough game to eat. Dates and water kept the soldier alive. The she-panther grew more and more accustomed to the soldier’s loving touch. The soldier likewise admired the panther deeper and deeper and his thoughts of killing her came farther apart. As their trust for each other grew, so did their love for each other blossom.
He called her “Mignonne”, after his first sweetheart, and she loved the sound of her new name upon his lips.
Mignonne tried to communicate with him. He soon learned what she was trying to say with the tone of her voice. She seduced him with her playfulness and her warm friendship. He bound her to him with his caresses and his devotion to her playful wishes. She filled in for his loss of hope for being found by his comrades. He in turn, became the slave and companion she wanted.
Once, he tried to run away from her but failed to go far enough. Mignonne made sure of that. Upon discovering his sudden absence, she bounded at him on the golden sands. As though he were an errant kitten, she dragged him by his collar all the way back to their “palace” in the oasis.
Unfortunately, some good things never last. Like all cats, Mignonne also would love to take playful bites on her playmate. Of course, the she-panther would not kill her playmate; for her, it was just a game.
One time, when the soldier curiously gaped at an eagle which visited the oasis, Mignonne got jealous of his suddenly divided attention. She turned on him as if enraged with what he did. Without warning, her sharp teeth caught his leg. He was totally, absolutely unprepared for her attack. The soldier was terrified that Mignonne would devour him. All the trust he laid on her were drowned by his instinct for survival. When he got hold of his hunting knife and lethally slit Mignonne’s throat, she gave a cry that froze his very being.
As she lay dying, her eyes asked him why he tried to kill her and at the same time, told him she still loved him despite that. Then, it dawned on him, she meant him no harm and he awfully misunderstood her intention. In his helplessness, he thought he would even give the world… just to bring her back… but she cannot be resurrected, not even by his remorseful tears. By her side, he sat crying and felt very, very sorry for his deadly mistake even long after she breathed her last… until his fellow French soldiers found him in the same oasis, where Mignonne once ruled.
Among the numerous stories I have read, seen on screen and heard of, this has the greatest pull at my heartstrings. I have never forgotten this story from the time I first read it 20 years ago.
Since I was a baby, I grew and lived with cats all around our house. But after reading the story, I understood and loved my cats much better and grew more appreciative of the privilege of raising them and sharing their relatively short lives. I also became more enlightened on the fragile relationship man has with wild animals. In my young mind, when the soldier killed the she-panther because he thought she was going to kill him while in fact Mignonne only wanted to play with him, I learned that the loss of trust in a heartbeat can overturn one great love.
Sad to say, as I carried deep in my heart A Passion in the Desert, along with the precious memories of my pets and the unfortunate times with some undesirable characters, I learned not to entrust men with my love.
As tides turned and so did my fate, I met a very special man, He melted all the barriers I built and I fell in love with him. Just like the soldier and the panther in the story, we were both suspicious of each other’s intentions; we always thought that one day, we would break each other’s hearts. Yes, our relationship was never spared from trials. The more doubts came, the more our trust for each other diminished but then, the more doubts were clarified, the more our trust for each other grew. The strength of our relationship once reached its breaking point because he confirmed my worst fear. I did let him go. Immediately after my boyfriend and I went to our separate lives, I thought at first that the loss of my trust in him totally eliminated my love for him and that even if he would crawl his way back to me, I would no longer give him another chance. After reading A Passion in the Desert once more, Mignonne proved me wrong and caused me to change my initial decision.
You know why?
As I reminisced the events in this story and analyzed them more deeply, I have felt a certain degree of resemblance of the soldier’s and the panther’s relationship with that of ours. Mignonne, even when the soldier confirmed her suspicion that he will one day kill her, she still accepted the soldier despite what he did to her and did not stop loving him to her very last breath. In my case, even when my worst doubt about my boyfriend was confirmed, but still I accepted his decision and what he has done to me as part of the risk of loving. Deep in my heart, I know, I will never stop loving him.
Thanks to Mignonne, we are a couple again and I do not regret the change in my decision in taking him back. If we part again (God forbid!), I will still never forget the more meaningful and more important lesson this love story taught me.Contrary to what I have previously learned from A Passion in the Desert, the loss of trust can never overturn one great love. If that love is just set aside and not killed by pride, that same love will bring back the lost trust and will later on nourish the same trust. Like the oasis in the desert that nourishes both man and beast, trust will keep love alive and so will love keep trust going.
Sad to say, as I carried deep in my heart A Passion in the Desert, along with the precious memories of my pets and the unfortunate times with some undesirable characters, I learned not to entrust men with my love.
As tides turned and so did my fate, I met a very special man, He melted all the barriers I built and I fell in love with him. Just like the soldier and the panther in the story, we were both suspicious of each other’s intentions; we always thought that one day, we would break each other’s hearts. Yes, our relationship was never spared from trials. The more doubts came, the more our trust for each other diminished but then, the more doubts were clarified, the more our trust for each other grew. The strength of our relationship once reached its breaking point because he confirmed my worst fear. I did let him go. Immediately after my boyfriend and I went to our separate lives, I thought at first that the loss of my trust in him totally eliminated my love for him and that even if he would crawl his way back to me, I would no longer give him another chance. After reading A Passion in the Desert once more, Mignonne proved me wrong and caused me to change my initial decision.
You know why?
As I reminisced the events in this story and analyzed them more deeply, I have felt a certain degree of resemblance of the soldier’s and the panther’s relationship with that of ours. Mignonne, even when the soldier confirmed her suspicion that he will one day kill her, she still accepted the soldier despite what he did to her and did not stop loving him to her very last breath. In my case, even when my worst doubt about my boyfriend was confirmed, but still I accepted his decision and what he has done to me as part of the risk of loving. Deep in my heart, I know, I will never stop loving him.
Thanks to Mignonne, we are a couple again and I do not regret the change in my decision in taking him back. If we part again (God forbid!), I will still never forget the more meaningful and more important lesson this love story taught me.Contrary to what I have previously learned from A Passion in the Desert, the loss of trust can never overturn one great love. If that love is just set aside and not killed by pride, that same love will bring back the lost trust and will later on nourish the same trust. Like the oasis in the desert that nourishes both man and beast, trust will keep love alive and so will love keep trust going.
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I wrote this article in September 2005.
I and the boyfriend I was referring to in the article already broke up in March 2006. Well,I still didn't have regrets... I did what I can and I am still thankful of Honore de Balzac's story, "A Passion in the Desert."
I and the boyfriend I was referring to in the article already broke up in March 2006. Well,I still didn't have regrets... I did what I can and I am still thankful of Honore de Balzac's story, "A Passion in the Desert."
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