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 Re: الموت ليلة البدرنار (Re: هشام آدم)
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++ محاولة للترجمة:
Dying in the Badrnar Night
The winter with its nails -which look like Australia bears' claws- was scraping the fleas as bodies on his brown skin and he thought them dead skin. He assumed that he somehow turned to a reptile decided to change its skin in the appropriate season. The old lantern at pigeon-hole of his mud wall room draws rising objects from the shadows on one of the walls bare of paint, they were dancing in a primitive way outside and he was unable to guess the music that makes them move funny that way. He likened him with night goblins decided to celebrate crazy ritual in lively clamor Zar bout for a woman had to steal her husband's wealth to pay for demons in order to get a baby in the last gasp of her youth before menopause
He sat extracted the ears-wax by a straw mined from one of the walls of his room, mumbling with inaudible nonsense. It was like filling the fuel tank of spray aircraft founded by chance in a barren desert remote. His eyes were patrolling all over around just like chameleon's eyes lurking unfortunate dragonfly, as if he expected something. Silent noises shown on the wall make him feel secure and fear at the same time: a sense of secure getting him out from loneliness and isolation, and fear of the unknown which is hidden behind those stupid dance movements
He does not know the time and he did not strive to know, but he decided to remain awake until the dancing objects stop moving. The place for him is himself; his body which is full of suicide fleas since last summer, and his shaggy hair, and his naked legs, as if he is wearing the place
He does not stop the firm conviction that the hole in the wooden door is leaking glances of the curious eyes, waiting for him to sleep, so he kept moving, showing he is still awake as if opening his eyes does not always mean he is awake. He was afraid not they differentiate between sleeping and death, then he decided to keep moving constantly to prove his life not waking up only; that was another battle to him
There is no way to distinguish between living and dead people. Those who are outside see him as dead from long years ago, since he decided to commit suicide to meet his parents who died drowning in the river and never found their bodies. They said: "The River took them to the bottom of the sea!" but he believed there is no one can access the place of dead, so he jumped behind them, but they recovered him back for the first time and he repeated the attempt continuously time and again to no avail. He was thirteen years and did not stop attempting to commit suicide by drowning in the River, so they arrested him into the mud room and kept him away from sharp instrument; but he was ridiculing them because they can not feel the desire to taste the sweetness of death that he felt in each attempt
The village that like termites home on the cortex of oak was wearing black dress of the night, as if it does not want to see the outside world, like a hedgehog wraps himself for fear of hungry predators, extreme lies on an uneven hill, humidity of the sea can be smell a league away enough to be described coastal, and let its people be proud. In the light of oil lanterns and fire torches celebrated Badrnar Day when the moon completely disappeared from the sky above the coastal village
The myth inherited from the ancestors of the villagers says; In the Badrnar Day sky shows its serenity inherent. The sky is black or dark blue and it must be always remain. He alone locked into the mud room do not know the time only through a hole in the wooden rickety door. Light and movement are the only two languages he can understand well after he lost his hearing and since that is amused to see the world on his own way. He said: The world is beautiful and quiet with no sounds
To be continued
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| الموت ليلة البدرنار | هشام آدم | 09-26-09, 09:59 PM |
| Re: الموت ليلة البدرنار | هشام آدم | 09-26-09, 10:03 PM |
| Re: الموت ليلة البدرنار | هشام آدم | 09-26-09, 10:15 PM |
| Re: الموت ليلة البدرنار | هشام آدم | 09-26-09, 10:16 PM |
| Re: الموت ليلة البدرنار | هشام آدم | 09-26-09, 10:17 PM |
| Re: الموت ليلة البدرنار | هشام آدم | 09-26-09, 10:22 PM |
| Re: الموت ليلة البدرنار | هشام آدم | 09-26-09, 10:22 PM |
| Re: الموت ليلة البدرنار | هشام آدم | 09-26-09, 10:23 PM |
| Re: الموت ليلة البدرنار | هشام آدم | 09-26-09, 10:24 PM |
| Re: الموت ليلة البدرنار | هشام آدم | 09-26-09, 10:25 PM |
| Re: الموت ليلة البدرنار | هشام آدم | 09-26-09, 10:26 PM |
| Re: الموت ليلة البدرنار | هشام آدم | 09-26-09, 10:26 PM |
| Re: الموت ليلة البدرنار | هشام آدم | 09-27-09, 06:25 AM |
 Re: الموت ليلة البدرنار | عبد الحميد البرنس | 09-27-09, 03:39 PM |
| Re: الموت ليلة البدرنار | زهير عثمان حمد | 09-27-09, 03:49 PM |
 Re: الموت ليلة البدرنار | Safa Fagiri | 09-27-09, 04:52 PM |
| Re: الموت ليلة البدرنار | هشام آدم | 09-28-09, 02:00 PM |
| Re: الموت ليلة البدرنار | هشام آدم | 09-28-09, 01:57 PM |
| Re: الموت ليلة البدرنار | هشام آدم | 09-28-09, 01:36 PM |
| Re: الموت ليلة البدرنار | هشام آدم | 09-28-09, 02:45 PM |
| Re: الموت ليلة البدرنار | هشام آدم | 09-28-09, 04:08 PM |
| Re: الموت ليلة البدرنار | عبد الحميد البرنس | 09-28-09, 04:57 PM |
| Re: الموت ليلة البدرنار | عبد الحميد البرنس | 09-28-09, 05:44 PM |
| Re: الموت ليلة البدرنار | هشام آدم | 09-29-09, 06:41 AM |
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