Both the Aleph and the Zahir can change a persons perspective, whether that be by having them view the universe all at once or by only being obsessed with one. The Aleph and the Zahir are also both ‘mystical’ objects that are difficult to find. From reading both “The Aleph” and “The Zahir”, it can also be concluded that both objects are small (in the form that they were introduced in the story). In both stories there is a love interest for the protagonist, yet in both cases the love interest is dead in the story. Jorge Luis Borges’s two short stories, “The Aleph” and “The Zahir”, are companion stories. “The Aleph” tells of a man and how he learns everything about the whole word, while the protagonist of the second story forgets everything and is focused only on one thing. “The Zahir” can represent the ending of someones life, slowly losing all memory and eventually thinking of only one thing. “The Aleph” can represent the beginning, knowing seemingly everything and having the future open to them. The first letters of both stories are significant because they represent the beginning and end of …show more content…
In my ninth grade year at school I had a friend named Nick. Nick and I went to a school were it was required to wear a uniform at all times. However, Nick found a way to not wear his uniform shirt by wearing a jacket with our school logo over a normal shirt. At end of the school year, when everybody was more lax about their attire, our school resource officer was sent to go around the school and find people who were out of uniform. The resource officer started her search in my English class, and that was when I remembered my friend and his lack of uniform shirt. I knew I had to somehow attempt to warn him of the check, so before I departed class I wrote on the whiteboard, “ SHIRT, NICK”, and left a symbol I always used. English was his next class, so I was hoping he would get the message before it was erased. I had no idea of what had happened after that up until my lunch period at 12:00 P.M. I sat next to Nick, and I was pleased to hear that he read the message and understood it. My happiness did not continue for long, as he was not able to find a replacement shirt in time and was ended up being given a detention. When reading about the murder of Albert in “The Garden of Forking Paths”, I was reminded of my own attempt to convey a message to my friend of a