The small coffin
By :Hail Aly Al Mozaby -yamen
Translated By : Hassan hegazy- Egypt
Spending that night wide-eyed, open mouthed ,like a poet inhabited with loneliness ,bloating the smoke of tobacco on the face of weariness , and the space of the place that was crowded with the queues of emptiness,. filled with feelings and strange emotions that I tried hard to bring them away from the elevations hoping to abort them…
On a yellow pale light arousing a feeling of sin .. I was completely heavy-hearted like a remote machine monitoring or removal of mines …
Something will happen ..?!! that what my eyes foresaw when its lashes fluttered in a quick way , but when ? how ? where ? that what I did not know at all ..
I stretched my right hand in the last part of night through shirt and put it on my chest ..?
My God .. our great Creator ..! tribes were dancing on the harmony taps …..like this among the pulse of my heart …
That night I lost my lighter , I had to buy a matchbook for economic reasons ,though it is not my habit , perhaps it was the first time since my birthday my addiction tobacco…
I did not know what motivated me to contemplate the matchbook all night long and with every cigarette I smoked .., every one gave itself to the other and struggled to exploit his friend , me, the cigarettes and the sticks of matches ….
At last the dawn appeared after a long sad sleepless night , the chanter cock and the muezzin called for prayer , I forgot, unintentionally, the sadness which fully satisfied me from its excess over my thoughts ..I let my ear interpellate the loudspeaker until the prayer was finished ,one of them pulled the loudspeaker declaring the death of someone , I could not recognize his name or his family because of the dimming sound or the his sadness ,despite this I managed to know the time of funeral " eight morning " .
I gazed , praised and intended to go to pray whoever was he , I got tired of the strange feelings and the doubts which isolated , captured and scattered my every where , failing to know their reality
accompanying with و At eight to minutes I went to the mosque sadness that filled me to the head ,
..I waited till they brought the coffin and began to pray , I concerned to be on the first row .. , I was in bad need to a situation like that to restore me back to goodness and wake me from my carelessness and unawareness …
The Artemisia got tired ,I was contemplating it , from spilling its smell and glamour, the head and the leaves of them were hanging down suffering from excessive wakefulness , when they left the place of funeral " The Mosque "they were glutted, and still belching ..
After that we made our way to the graveyard cheering and open – eyed , carrying the coffin in a great procession , we reached it and we all were busy on sprinkling dust on the grave after putting the coffin in its bowels , before finishing mound was made ,I stepped back and began dusting off my balms and clapping each one to the other to wash away the dust , the dust of the grave that badly hit me.. .sadly I put my hand in my pocket , I found the matchbook on one of my pockets , the sun did not rise until it was empty ..I felt it but it was not easy to get it out and get rid of it in that great group…
I thought deeply , feeling what was in my pocket and what is happening and what happened , it was terrible , the small coffin " the matchbook " there is no difference at all between the big coffin which was buried in dust moments ago especially in the world of coffins ,yet the small coffin had not any body within it , moreover my pocket had no religious nature …
I came back sluggishly, hoping only for sleeping a few hours after vanishing what worried and tortured me , my quick eye fluttered .., carrying that small coffin in my pocket making it a souvenir reminding it of death if I forget it . .
التابوت الصغير
قصة
هايل علي المذابي - اليمن
أمضيتها مشدوهاً كشاعر تسكنه الوحشة .. أرِقاً أنفخ دخان التبغ في وجه الضجر , وفضاء المكان المزدحم بطوابير من الفراغ .. حَبِلاً بشعور وأحاسيس غريبة نأت بي بعيداً عن تضاريس المكان تمنيت لو أُجهِضتُها..
على ضوءٍ أصفر شاحب يثير الشعور بالذنب .. قلبي منقبضٌ بشدة تماماً كما لو كان آلة استشعار ورصد أو نزع ألغام …
شيءٌ ما سيحدث ..!!؟ ذلك ما أنبأت به عينيّ التي كان رمشيها يرفان بسرعة عجيبة , ولكن متى ؟ وكيف ..؟ ولماذا ..؟ وأين ..؟
ذلك ماكنت أجهله البتة .. …
مددت ي المزيد
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