In the eastern part of Libya, not far from the Sahara Desert in Africa, there is a remote rural area called Duz, where the average temperature during the day is 42 degrees Celsius. Except for the short rain in autumn, most of the time in the year is like a fire in the sun.
However, in such a harsh environment, there is one of the most exotic fish in the world. It can endure long-term lack of water and food, and through long-term dormancy and unremitting self-rescue, and finally wait for the rainy season to win new life. It is the Duz Lung Fish in Africa.
Every year when the dry season comes, the water in the Duz River dries up, and local farmers can no longer get ready-made drinking water from the river. In order to save time, when they are thirsty at work, they will dig out the mud in the river bed and find several lungfishes which are deep in the mud. The lungs of lungfishes store a lot of clean water in their lungs.
Farmers will dig out the lungfish pointed at their mouth, and then forced a meal, lungfish body of water will all flow out, to help them easily quench thirst.
Then the peasants will throw them away at will, regardless of their lives and deaths.
A Duz lungfish named “Heima” unfortunately encountered such a thing: when a farmer squeezed out its water, he abandoned it on the river bank. The unshielded dark horse was soaked with oil by the sun, and her life was in danger. Fortunately, it jumped and jumped desperately, finally jumped back into the mud before, and recovered a life.
But unfortunately, this is far from being stopped. Soon another farmer was going to build a mud house, so he went to the riverbed and took out a lot of mud to make mud. Unfortunately, Heima was right in the mud. Then, it was dumped into the mud without the farmer’s knowledge. When the mud was dried, the farmer used them to build a wall, and Heima naturally became part of the wall and was completely buried in it. No one knew there was a fish in the wall.
By this time, the black mare in the wall was completely out of water and had no food. It had to rely on the only water in its pocket and quickly enter a complete dormancy.
After six months of waiting in the dark, Heima finally waited for a short rainy season which had not been seen for a long time. Rain gently wetted the mud covered with Heima, and some water vapor began to infiltrate into the mud.
Humidity soon awakened the black mare from deep dormancy. The exhausted black mare, whose body had almost run out of water, began to suck and suck desperately all day and night, just breathing all the moisture and nutrients that had just entered the mud into the lungs pocket bit by bit. This was the only way for the black mare to save herself.
When there was no more water vapor and nutrients to absorb, Heima began a new round of dormancy.
Soon, the first year after the new house was built, the mud covered with Heima was still as solid as a rock, and Heima was like a “living fossil” embedded in it, unable to move. Herma knows that no amount of struggle at this time is futile, but to wait quietly.
The next year, under the influence of natural changes and the gravity of the earth, the mud muds were not as close to each other as before, and they began to loosen a little. Heima felt that the opportunity had come. Instead of sleeping, she began to rub the mud with her whole body day and night. The hard mud pricked Heima in pain, but she never gave up. With its persistence, some mud began to turn into powder and fell down one after another.
In the third year, the space around Herma was so much larger that it could even roll and roll over under the constant rubbing of Herma day and night. However, at this time, Heima still can not get away, there is a last solid barrier outside the mud.
The turning point for the change of fortune took place in the fourth year. A rare storm with the size of rice grains finally came whistling one night. What is more gratifying is that the owner of the house had abandoned his home more than a year ago and the house had been in disrepair for a long time. Under the influence of the storm and the storm, mud began to rush in succession. Loosen, slip, and eventually collapse completely. At this time, Heima exhausted the last bit of strength of her whole body, and the storm should be outside, a struggle, break the ground and come out!
Following the flow of water pouring down the road, the black mare who saw the sun again soon swam to a river not far away, where it had all the food and nutrition it had been expecting for four years – Lung fish black mare finally defeated death and won rebirth! It’s Duz, and it’s a miracle of life throughout the Sahara Desert. And the name of this miracle is perseverance and patience!