معتصم الحارث الضوّي
01/01/2008, 08:51 PM
مر وقت طويل يستجمع تفاصيل ما حدث..سعل بحشرجة..انتفخت عروق رقبته..أحسّ بموجة باردة تغسله..لملم بطانية مهترئة فوق جسده.....حاول أن ينهض..اشتعل في ركبته ألم حارق..اكتشف أن جسده مهدود..جرّ قدميه..اقترب من النافذة..انتشى بهدوء آخر الليل..سمع صوت أنفاسه تموج في صدره..
Saraweel*
He spent a long time recollecting the vivid details. A cawed cough escaped his throat. His neck arteries swelled, and he felt a cold draught cloaking his body. He gathered the worn-out blanket about him, and attempted to stand up, but piercing pain probed his knee. He realised how drained he was. Dragging his feet, he approached the window. The night serenity was a joy. He heard the sounds of his own breathing.
تقدم منه باسما..سأله عن رفاقه..قدّم له سيجارة..ألحّ لمعرفة من حرضوه..باغته السؤال..ابتسم ببلاهة..يباس ينبت في حلقه..انعقد لسانه .... حملق بغباء..سأله غاضبا:" من....تكلم"
He drew closer to him, flashing a broad smile. Asked him about his companions, offered him a cigarette, and insisted to know who had incited him. Stunned by the question, he smiled meekly. Dryness mounting down his throat, he was speechless, and just stared sheepishly.
He snapped at him ‘speak up, would you?! Who was it?
صياح الديكة يخلخل الهدوء الجاثم..صفحة وجهه تتكسر عليها انفعالات شتى.. عبّ من نسمات الليل بعمق.. سرح إلى البعيد..... يا رجل ..قل شيئا..حرّك ساكنا..الناس في قيامة وأنت لاهمّ لك غير حرق السجائر والالتصاق بهذا المذياع ! اصح يا رجل وانظر إلى من تغير حالهم..زوجة "شاهد" التي لبست المطرز وزوجها الذي يتبختر كالطاووس..لم تسجل الأسماء ولم تشارك في احتفال.. اعمل كزوج "دلال" الذي ملأ البيت قماشا يكفي لعشرات السراويل.............
Roosters’ call shatters the overwhelming silence. Conflicting emotions diverge on his face.
He drew deeply into the night breeze, and wandered away in thought. You! For Heaven’s sake, say something! Let go with inertia! People are in great turmoil, and all you care for is chain-smoking, and gluing your ear to this radio!
Wake up! Look around how people’s fortunes have altered. Shahid’s wife is wearing embroidered garments now, and her husband is parading like a peacock!
You have not recorded the names, and you have not participated in any ceremony. Why don’t you act like Dalal’s husband who filled their household with enough fabric to make tens of saraweel.
وأنت فوق السلّم.. لم يخطر ببالك أن أحدا يراقبك ... كل خوفك انحصر في سلك الكهرباء الذي يقولون عنه ضغطا عاليا وخفت أن تطالك صاعقته.... كانت اليافطة العاشرة..................
When you were there at the top of the ladder, you never realised that someone is watching you. You were only concerned with the electricity wire, which many thought to be high-tension. You were afraid of electrocution! It was the tenth sign-board.
هوت على صدغه كف ثقيلة..لفّه دوار شامل..سقط ....كدمات تكوي عظامه... ألم يتجذر في أمعائه..نزف دافئ ينزّ من أنفه وفمه ...يسحب جسده...برودة لاذعة تتكوم في خلاياه...سمع انسكاب الماء فوق رأسه.... الأشياء تستعيد أحجامها من جديد... الكرسي.. الطاولة ... الغرفة ..الوجوه... الكدمات...........
A heavy hand slapped his face, and he felt totally disorientated. He fell down. Bruises tormenting his bones. Pain escalating down his intestines. Warm bleeding through nose and mouth. He drags his body. Bitter cold creeps into his cells. He heard the water poured over his head. Objects are regaining form and size. Chair, table, room, faces, blisters and puffiness.
ابتسم له ...اقترب منه...ألقى بيانه: - كلمة تجعلنا أصدقاء ونختصر الكثير.... َمنْ الذي حرّضك .. كم دفعوا لك؟؟...........
He drew closer to him, flashing a broad smile, and delivered his statement: A single word can make us friends and abridge a long way. Who enticed you? How much did they pay you?
Saraweel*
He spent a long time recollecting the vivid details. A cawed cough escaped his throat. His neck arteries swelled, and he felt a cold draught cloaking his body. He gathered the worn-out blanket about him, and attempted to stand up, but piercing pain probed his knee. He realised how drained he was. Dragging his feet, he approached the window. The night serenity was a joy. He heard the sounds of his own breathing.
تقدم منه باسما..سأله عن رفاقه..قدّم له سيجارة..ألحّ لمعرفة من حرضوه..باغته السؤال..ابتسم ببلاهة..يباس ينبت في حلقه..انعقد لسانه .... حملق بغباء..سأله غاضبا:" من....تكلم"
He drew closer to him, flashing a broad smile. Asked him about his companions, offered him a cigarette, and insisted to know who had incited him. Stunned by the question, he smiled meekly. Dryness mounting down his throat, he was speechless, and just stared sheepishly.
He snapped at him ‘speak up, would you?! Who was it?
صياح الديكة يخلخل الهدوء الجاثم..صفحة وجهه تتكسر عليها انفعالات شتى.. عبّ من نسمات الليل بعمق.. سرح إلى البعيد..... يا رجل ..قل شيئا..حرّك ساكنا..الناس في قيامة وأنت لاهمّ لك غير حرق السجائر والالتصاق بهذا المذياع ! اصح يا رجل وانظر إلى من تغير حالهم..زوجة "شاهد" التي لبست المطرز وزوجها الذي يتبختر كالطاووس..لم تسجل الأسماء ولم تشارك في احتفال.. اعمل كزوج "دلال" الذي ملأ البيت قماشا يكفي لعشرات السراويل.............
Roosters’ call shatters the overwhelming silence. Conflicting emotions diverge on his face.
He drew deeply into the night breeze, and wandered away in thought. You! For Heaven’s sake, say something! Let go with inertia! People are in great turmoil, and all you care for is chain-smoking, and gluing your ear to this radio!
Wake up! Look around how people’s fortunes have altered. Shahid’s wife is wearing embroidered garments now, and her husband is parading like a peacock!
You have not recorded the names, and you have not participated in any ceremony. Why don’t you act like Dalal’s husband who filled their household with enough fabric to make tens of saraweel.
وأنت فوق السلّم.. لم يخطر ببالك أن أحدا يراقبك ... كل خوفك انحصر في سلك الكهرباء الذي يقولون عنه ضغطا عاليا وخفت أن تطالك صاعقته.... كانت اليافطة العاشرة..................
When you were there at the top of the ladder, you never realised that someone is watching you. You were only concerned with the electricity wire, which many thought to be high-tension. You were afraid of electrocution! It was the tenth sign-board.
هوت على صدغه كف ثقيلة..لفّه دوار شامل..سقط ....كدمات تكوي عظامه... ألم يتجذر في أمعائه..نزف دافئ ينزّ من أنفه وفمه ...يسحب جسده...برودة لاذعة تتكوم في خلاياه...سمع انسكاب الماء فوق رأسه.... الأشياء تستعيد أحجامها من جديد... الكرسي.. الطاولة ... الغرفة ..الوجوه... الكدمات...........
A heavy hand slapped his face, and he felt totally disorientated. He fell down. Bruises tormenting his bones. Pain escalating down his intestines. Warm bleeding through nose and mouth. He drags his body. Bitter cold creeps into his cells. He heard the water poured over his head. Objects are regaining form and size. Chair, table, room, faces, blisters and puffiness.
ابتسم له ...اقترب منه...ألقى بيانه: - كلمة تجعلنا أصدقاء ونختصر الكثير.... َمنْ الذي حرّضك .. كم دفعوا لك؟؟...........
He drew closer to him, flashing a broad smile, and delivered his statement: A single word can make us friends and abridge a long way. Who enticed you? How much did they pay you?