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05/04/2010, 11:47 AM
To readers and visitors :
The imagination is my own , the conflict is my own . the framework is my own , the syle , and the reply is yours
Three days of hard work I have reaching the end of this strong work type, of course for me it is more than evaluated work, I put in it all my experience that I had , but last of this evaluate is your own
MMA
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The uncured stab:
One day I was in the primary school when I am in the age of seven, and this was almost in 1960s, the school was built with mud and has one door, two or three classes not more, then I am a weak body, pale skin may be the malnutrition of that days, since then we are in a village far away from the cities, since then the cities in any case are not the most better. The difference, however, is not value, if we justly make contrast between villages and towns- center, but the difference could only in less contrast especially to those live in countryside almost are farmers or sheepherders and to those live in towns are small merchants or small feudalist own large yards and sat in town have managed their farm-land by dependent person work to their behalf and gathered the yields to them every year, but some times the owner himself attend to manage with farmers in sever cruelly badness- rough style of his cruelty, although the farms- land are belonged to those poor- nation, because they are themselves working a lone, no helps offered from owner , just only to visit them at the end of the session and treat them by his long stick, then no one should ask or answer only to obey him simply and gave him the half of production.
In one year of that dark gloomy days one of feudalist has admired with his self and decide to run out town and choose small house to live adjacent our house, it is the trouble day said my father , whereas I am in the forth year of my school, I was not old yet , but the acceptance of my shadow is warm to sting everybody knows me. Something I was recognizing my personality that is the doom which everywhere I had joined or marked, and the people almost said to my father look after your sun because they expected that one day his poor sun will be teacher or doctor and could serve to develop their village. Two or three years after I finished the sixth class and I had got to continue my learning in town , because there is no middle classes in the village, so the problem began in how could I manage to offer residence or how could get eating. etc..
My father one day visited the rich man- the feudalist, who also has a young son continued his school in the town, but his son never has come to the village, not seeing his visage to know him or to be acquaintance, but my father soon asked the feudalist about his son , the feudalist turned astonished, but my father told him about me, and how he is turbid and upset about how he can send his son to the town, no room to rent , no one should be confident to leave his son with, it is the very difficult moment , my father has always discuss it ,to not forget the dark days, though the story didn’t I can forget it at all .The feudalist has sooner come to visit us , and he noticed the books on my hands then asked me to show my level in the school, and immediately he writes a message to his son to be careful with me.
We became friends, one of both has taught the other, but although he is preceded me in one year, I was equal with him or preceded him in some subjects.
The son also astonished and sending his father some knowledge that he has gain and which he has acquired from me, so his father has immediately rent my father two sacks of money.
As I mentioned we began completely closer friends, and no one could leave the other.
One day we decided to arrive village by riding horses and he talks to me about their living cost , and how his father gain this area as he said that his grandfather has served in the Turkey army.
No further time more we began to be familiar in each other's home, visiting continued through night or days, no one has told me his sister name, but I knew her name from the pillow- was decorated by her name, The Linda H- T and two names of sparrows written near her name, she is nineteen in age, yellow – red check , never she looks a side and all time she is busy in decorating and sewing small parts of cardboard-- decorated clothes, although she is being too young and childly , but she is two years older than me.
For the first time I didn’t take care enough to the girl or being too concern of her.
But one day spontaneously I found tinny paper was painted by thick green color was clasped to my book and when I opened the paper small green emerald fall from it , suddenly I moved to my home entering and told my mother about what I have seen, my mother was afraid saying to me not tell anyone, because if the feudalist has known , may be he will be anger and won’t believe me if I said I find that stone, or he thinks that I virtually has stolen the stone, then the issue will be complicated and I loss his support , and for that reason I kept in silence.
Month after we return back to the school flourishing again in our matter, discussing and asking ourselves how much progress we had got , although trivial accidental event disturbed my friend temper as on day he was riding a bicycle, when he has fallen down and one of his teeth was broken. Nevertheless, what happened again we still exchange our friendly confidently and no trivial things to break down it. The days followed quickly and we began to start the final examination.
One day we returning back, my friend asks me whether could I determine exactly to run in my job, of course I couldn’t answer him initially, but I keep silent, again my friend awakes me at the mid of night saying to me that he would be a lawyer and he will resume his study abroad, I keep silent again, refusing to share him the discourse , but he urges to discuss the obstacles which confronted me, saying to me if the matter is materialistic :"don’t worry for that" and assure me that he will argue his father when he will meet him, but the confusion on my face and the cloudy mysterious of my misfortune has accumulated on my sky, shutting our door and we left to sleep….
A dream is not dream if you are still a wake
The mystery obstacle won't gives me shake
My determination, my dream is not of mine
The doom covered me to up my nose
A weak or still a weak my body won't refuse
But my sole has played with my soul
Leaving the room and escape a way
Down the upstairs, I finished my journey
Returning to calculate my fingers
The day will break down a new dawn
But the mystery still hurts my back
In the next day my friend determines to speak with me in other soul, he said; the harvest will start in no further a limit of one month, and we shall visit the employers working with them to gain the ears, the crops will be ripen in lees than the period.
You will see them, my family, and you will be one of us, we will dancing and do- hullabaloo , interesting ourselves and forgetting the toils of school. I remain worried, frustrated, waiting the coming day.
The school was finished and we were returning back, my parents were waiting to ask me about the marks, the markets, they spent the night wondering how am I being the intimate friend of the feudalist son!?, my little sister began to grasp my beard, giving her some sweets and she began started cry awhile.
Let her drop your books and she will be satisfied, said my father.
The family was gathered a round a mud stove to warm their foods and tea, they haven't special kitchen and the chickens share them their food.
Follow next week the feudalist asks my father to be present for harvest , we have three horses, two oxen and one mule, and my father should prepare all of them. He asked me to follow him in the next day saying "be simple with them" , they are aristocrat , and this man didn’t depend on any other else, he knows only his self, he is quite exaggerated and more proud of his daughter Linda, he maid her as his soul, never speak about her through crowded grumble's men, and he often said to her my dearest , my heart , you are similar the face of my mother visage, your grief hurts my liver and when he saw her smiles- he turned to pack up his special tobacco pipe- and being turned cheerful slowly to his knee.
The man obviously had strength of his thoughts, has inherited it deeply beyond his grandfathers the aristocrat shape who didn’t smile to the poor men, he is more strict and firm in his visage, always putting large pistol in his middle or sometimes grasps an strength stick, more than rough and had a bulb in its end, one day he uses it to separate two combated farmers, but he has hit one of them in mistake over his head, the man soon has laid in hospital two months more
Next the day morning the lammas has started, crowded of men and women are busy with their children and everywhere you can see throng of them walking along the wilderness, most of the time they are singing to help themselves in this toils of working, but exactly they have been working all the day, and sometimes until the stars shine, bright in the gloomy darkness, nevertheless the were too frightened if any of them being absent and the feudalist was asking about him, so they work in vigorous to win the peace of the cruelly person, or just he will allow them got their rest in the mid of the day as they expect.
I was there and contributed them their grief and their enjoy The flocks of wildered birds came also to get their meals, because the ripen grains interested them. The cruelly man always makes mess trying to forbid the birds through beating a large un- used can of plate by stick making noising and crack to split those innocent birds, there -fore I hated him everywhere I have met him.
In the mid of the day I have visited my friend finding him helping his father in his employment, he is also shouted to the workers, but soon he noticed me he ran to greet me and bring me a cup of water mixed with yogurt. Awhile after I have seen his sister who also gesture in secret toward me and winking by the end of her eyes, soon I was embarrassed and affected, but to make more confusion to my side she offers me a glass of juice, never I have tasted a like, she says to me welcome, instead of her father has been seen me and consider me as his son, but he stand a side making a sound of cough to feel others that he is present, of course I was enough frightened of his voice , but the lady assures me that there is enough of time to exchange her the greeting , she is too passionate and has funny to everything with her tumid –crooked cheeks, slim figure, but proudly staid in her eyes, she left me and went, properly I was affected , then I stood frustrated, obsoleted , sad , and the grief had toned my chest, she was beautiful enough to melt the breeze over my hurt wound, I didn’t see her when she leave, but she picked my hand saying to me next day is my birthday, and you should invite yourself, I haven’t anything has worth to offer her a gift , nothing in my house deserve her approval, or fit to their aristocrat, what shall I offer her my book or my old watch - which my father had brought it to me when I succeed in the sixth class about five years ago .
Nothing, nothing I have, still my garment was torn in many places , but her stubbornness force me to obey her advice obligatory , or makes me sure that I shall stand anywhere in their house, dare not to say welcome.
In the second day I was there, but lonely I dare, although her figure still settle in my mind , because the difference is more and is not acceptable to be contrasted in every music or dance or just transient dream fills your thought. Meanwhile I was standing under their fruitless big tree in the middle of their house- yard, gloomy and frustrated, although the joy shakes above my lips and has settle tamely and,---
bitterly surrounding me from both sides, has to led me escape and never to be a human, alas to the poorness and hunger , thrusts to wear new clothes or just hang the freedom, let me ride my horse and compel this cruelly life, mournful, grief, sadness, all them torn me parts and conflicted my soul to be a lone in wilderness to console , to rooted them a way, as this warm blood still draw fluently in my veins, but still I am hungry to find that's sensation inside me such love books is not enough to feel anyone devoted and concentrated his idea as ideal person in the world , in that moment of absorption and consumption of my disarray ideas I got feel that someone mention my name, which is I have forgotten in that ordeal clumps on my body, I said yes, yes to everything, let me said Heel , or any places to get rid of my life, but the voice is tender and lovely has brought the sunshine in my eyes again, said come my lord, don’t worry, you didn’t make any mistake, but I am afraid of course from her- father and the status of mine , the poorness, the influence power of their and the conventional instructions in my village , but she urge me to enter, in that moment I refuse and was satisfied to say for her only good day or any term deserved her, when I got to leave she embraces me from my neck, being can't able to leave , I tried to evade and vanished from her , but in that difficult hour her father was near of us, the girl immediately ran a way , the man noticed my confusion , but he didn’t blame me, he only said to me that's special party and no one I have invited, you can leave my son and in the next day I should see you-
accompanied your father in the harvest. Frightened I return to my house and my mother said that she had quested everywhere about me, and when she knew that I went there she was too much angered, saying to me don’t recur this again.
Although it is trivial transient event, but still I am worried and kept it in my heart to not have gone to their side and consider as forbidden red line.
After three days or more the feudalist has come to our part, to watch in closeness to see what we had doing in the harvest, my father stand to greet him, but he insists to not sit.
Immediately he asks us about what do we had collect on the seven days ago, but he sees that some stacks are not gathered well, he said to my father in afternoon you should be there present in my home, may be to ask him about the rent and something is obscure and vague to the children .
Indeed we didn’t know when my father had decided to go to the feudalist house , but we heard voice of quarrel, soon we gathered out side, but it is too dark to perceive what justly had happened, there is no light or electricity or just simple torch, so we listen rather than we could see and at the end we hear the triumph joy voice mixed with shouting .
We are thronged near the voice origin, hearing my father preceded closer and is completely disturbed rising his dragger quite to his shoulder and the blood covered it saying I killed him, he is slain, he is slain, and the feudalist is gone to the hell and never will attack everyone again, his haughtiness never has seen again in our village , though we must move, we must leave at once, we must hurry before sunshine and to make advantage of the cover of night and escape.
It is truly that the feudalist has died, my father stabbed him more than twenty in his neck, he was slain, he was slain.
Everyone of the family picked in his arm what could he drove to the far and not to stay there.
I ride one of the horses carrying my father gun and steal the way camouflaging in other direction, my father follows me- hand to hand with the rest of family.
We moved only by ourselves and what is slight to carry of stuff and other necessary things, we arrive after seven hours of continuous driven a very deserted area – arable has grow nothing, no human voice, but only the wolves' howling, our dog began to reply, but soon I covered his mouth by a precise tied. We stand, get down of our animals and everything being too much dark and not acceptable, already we cling together equanimity stability more than previous time, the danger everywhere could be found , and no one will help us, we forget the tiresome, only the little child began to cry in low voice, we couldn't set a fire due to not discovered by any one else, the news should move to the government- police center as fast as could possible, but what should we do there? Even dawn has come, the hours is quite heavy and long, but what about myself? What about my school? What about my friend whom I turned his enemy?
Although it is mystery everywhere, although the smell of gunpowder is present everywhere in my country, but I must stood and convey my real absent behavior everywhere should I go, the issue is not considering me only, but it the fate of all family, what happen to my eyes! they are glowing like the flame, the blaze in my heart so ," the girl", in spite I didn’t have really relation lasted three days or more, but truly my heart connected to her, what the things could I do! the stars still immerged on the sky and my eyes still immerged there, but my body, my warm blood affected on my family. How we could save ourselves? The next day we will be persuaded unless we find safety resort, but how should we get on!
The melancholy wretch covered my eyes
The black owl still near to my horse
Nothing will trust me in the Earth
And my hands captured with sin
Over my wound new wound stress
Morn should not apply the dawn
Sorrow and regret won't have space
And still I was solicitous soliloquize myself till morning beat the night, and the procession continued in next day, but to endless seashore.
Written by Mohammad Ahmad
Iraq \ 2010 \ 4 \ 3 – Saturday
,
The imagination is my own , the conflict is my own . the framework is my own , the syle , and the reply is yours
Three days of hard work I have reaching the end of this strong work type, of course for me it is more than evaluated work, I put in it all my experience that I had , but last of this evaluate is your own
MMA
--------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
The uncured stab:
One day I was in the primary school when I am in the age of seven, and this was almost in 1960s, the school was built with mud and has one door, two or three classes not more, then I am a weak body, pale skin may be the malnutrition of that days, since then we are in a village far away from the cities, since then the cities in any case are not the most better. The difference, however, is not value, if we justly make contrast between villages and towns- center, but the difference could only in less contrast especially to those live in countryside almost are farmers or sheepherders and to those live in towns are small merchants or small feudalist own large yards and sat in town have managed their farm-land by dependent person work to their behalf and gathered the yields to them every year, but some times the owner himself attend to manage with farmers in sever cruelly badness- rough style of his cruelty, although the farms- land are belonged to those poor- nation, because they are themselves working a lone, no helps offered from owner , just only to visit them at the end of the session and treat them by his long stick, then no one should ask or answer only to obey him simply and gave him the half of production.
In one year of that dark gloomy days one of feudalist has admired with his self and decide to run out town and choose small house to live adjacent our house, it is the trouble day said my father , whereas I am in the forth year of my school, I was not old yet , but the acceptance of my shadow is warm to sting everybody knows me. Something I was recognizing my personality that is the doom which everywhere I had joined or marked, and the people almost said to my father look after your sun because they expected that one day his poor sun will be teacher or doctor and could serve to develop their village. Two or three years after I finished the sixth class and I had got to continue my learning in town , because there is no middle classes in the village, so the problem began in how could I manage to offer residence or how could get eating. etc..
My father one day visited the rich man- the feudalist, who also has a young son continued his school in the town, but his son never has come to the village, not seeing his visage to know him or to be acquaintance, but my father soon asked the feudalist about his son , the feudalist turned astonished, but my father told him about me, and how he is turbid and upset about how he can send his son to the town, no room to rent , no one should be confident to leave his son with, it is the very difficult moment , my father has always discuss it ,to not forget the dark days, though the story didn’t I can forget it at all .The feudalist has sooner come to visit us , and he noticed the books on my hands then asked me to show my level in the school, and immediately he writes a message to his son to be careful with me.
We became friends, one of both has taught the other, but although he is preceded me in one year, I was equal with him or preceded him in some subjects.
The son also astonished and sending his father some knowledge that he has gain and which he has acquired from me, so his father has immediately rent my father two sacks of money.
As I mentioned we began completely closer friends, and no one could leave the other.
One day we decided to arrive village by riding horses and he talks to me about their living cost , and how his father gain this area as he said that his grandfather has served in the Turkey army.
No further time more we began to be familiar in each other's home, visiting continued through night or days, no one has told me his sister name, but I knew her name from the pillow- was decorated by her name, The Linda H- T and two names of sparrows written near her name, she is nineteen in age, yellow – red check , never she looks a side and all time she is busy in decorating and sewing small parts of cardboard-- decorated clothes, although she is being too young and childly , but she is two years older than me.
For the first time I didn’t take care enough to the girl or being too concern of her.
But one day spontaneously I found tinny paper was painted by thick green color was clasped to my book and when I opened the paper small green emerald fall from it , suddenly I moved to my home entering and told my mother about what I have seen, my mother was afraid saying to me not tell anyone, because if the feudalist has known , may be he will be anger and won’t believe me if I said I find that stone, or he thinks that I virtually has stolen the stone, then the issue will be complicated and I loss his support , and for that reason I kept in silence.
Month after we return back to the school flourishing again in our matter, discussing and asking ourselves how much progress we had got , although trivial accidental event disturbed my friend temper as on day he was riding a bicycle, when he has fallen down and one of his teeth was broken. Nevertheless, what happened again we still exchange our friendly confidently and no trivial things to break down it. The days followed quickly and we began to start the final examination.
One day we returning back, my friend asks me whether could I determine exactly to run in my job, of course I couldn’t answer him initially, but I keep silent, again my friend awakes me at the mid of night saying to me that he would be a lawyer and he will resume his study abroad, I keep silent again, refusing to share him the discourse , but he urges to discuss the obstacles which confronted me, saying to me if the matter is materialistic :"don’t worry for that" and assure me that he will argue his father when he will meet him, but the confusion on my face and the cloudy mysterious of my misfortune has accumulated on my sky, shutting our door and we left to sleep….
A dream is not dream if you are still a wake
The mystery obstacle won't gives me shake
My determination, my dream is not of mine
The doom covered me to up my nose
A weak or still a weak my body won't refuse
But my sole has played with my soul
Leaving the room and escape a way
Down the upstairs, I finished my journey
Returning to calculate my fingers
The day will break down a new dawn
But the mystery still hurts my back
In the next day my friend determines to speak with me in other soul, he said; the harvest will start in no further a limit of one month, and we shall visit the employers working with them to gain the ears, the crops will be ripen in lees than the period.
You will see them, my family, and you will be one of us, we will dancing and do- hullabaloo , interesting ourselves and forgetting the toils of school. I remain worried, frustrated, waiting the coming day.
The school was finished and we were returning back, my parents were waiting to ask me about the marks, the markets, they spent the night wondering how am I being the intimate friend of the feudalist son!?, my little sister began to grasp my beard, giving her some sweets and she began started cry awhile.
Let her drop your books and she will be satisfied, said my father.
The family was gathered a round a mud stove to warm their foods and tea, they haven't special kitchen and the chickens share them their food.
Follow next week the feudalist asks my father to be present for harvest , we have three horses, two oxen and one mule, and my father should prepare all of them. He asked me to follow him in the next day saying "be simple with them" , they are aristocrat , and this man didn’t depend on any other else, he knows only his self, he is quite exaggerated and more proud of his daughter Linda, he maid her as his soul, never speak about her through crowded grumble's men, and he often said to her my dearest , my heart , you are similar the face of my mother visage, your grief hurts my liver and when he saw her smiles- he turned to pack up his special tobacco pipe- and being turned cheerful slowly to his knee.
The man obviously had strength of his thoughts, has inherited it deeply beyond his grandfathers the aristocrat shape who didn’t smile to the poor men, he is more strict and firm in his visage, always putting large pistol in his middle or sometimes grasps an strength stick, more than rough and had a bulb in its end, one day he uses it to separate two combated farmers, but he has hit one of them in mistake over his head, the man soon has laid in hospital two months more
Next the day morning the lammas has started, crowded of men and women are busy with their children and everywhere you can see throng of them walking along the wilderness, most of the time they are singing to help themselves in this toils of working, but exactly they have been working all the day, and sometimes until the stars shine, bright in the gloomy darkness, nevertheless the were too frightened if any of them being absent and the feudalist was asking about him, so they work in vigorous to win the peace of the cruelly person, or just he will allow them got their rest in the mid of the day as they expect.
I was there and contributed them their grief and their enjoy The flocks of wildered birds came also to get their meals, because the ripen grains interested them. The cruelly man always makes mess trying to forbid the birds through beating a large un- used can of plate by stick making noising and crack to split those innocent birds, there -fore I hated him everywhere I have met him.
In the mid of the day I have visited my friend finding him helping his father in his employment, he is also shouted to the workers, but soon he noticed me he ran to greet me and bring me a cup of water mixed with yogurt. Awhile after I have seen his sister who also gesture in secret toward me and winking by the end of her eyes, soon I was embarrassed and affected, but to make more confusion to my side she offers me a glass of juice, never I have tasted a like, she says to me welcome, instead of her father has been seen me and consider me as his son, but he stand a side making a sound of cough to feel others that he is present, of course I was enough frightened of his voice , but the lady assures me that there is enough of time to exchange her the greeting , she is too passionate and has funny to everything with her tumid –crooked cheeks, slim figure, but proudly staid in her eyes, she left me and went, properly I was affected , then I stood frustrated, obsoleted , sad , and the grief had toned my chest, she was beautiful enough to melt the breeze over my hurt wound, I didn’t see her when she leave, but she picked my hand saying to me next day is my birthday, and you should invite yourself, I haven’t anything has worth to offer her a gift , nothing in my house deserve her approval, or fit to their aristocrat, what shall I offer her my book or my old watch - which my father had brought it to me when I succeed in the sixth class about five years ago .
Nothing, nothing I have, still my garment was torn in many places , but her stubbornness force me to obey her advice obligatory , or makes me sure that I shall stand anywhere in their house, dare not to say welcome.
In the second day I was there, but lonely I dare, although her figure still settle in my mind , because the difference is more and is not acceptable to be contrasted in every music or dance or just transient dream fills your thought. Meanwhile I was standing under their fruitless big tree in the middle of their house- yard, gloomy and frustrated, although the joy shakes above my lips and has settle tamely and,---
bitterly surrounding me from both sides, has to led me escape and never to be a human, alas to the poorness and hunger , thrusts to wear new clothes or just hang the freedom, let me ride my horse and compel this cruelly life, mournful, grief, sadness, all them torn me parts and conflicted my soul to be a lone in wilderness to console , to rooted them a way, as this warm blood still draw fluently in my veins, but still I am hungry to find that's sensation inside me such love books is not enough to feel anyone devoted and concentrated his idea as ideal person in the world , in that moment of absorption and consumption of my disarray ideas I got feel that someone mention my name, which is I have forgotten in that ordeal clumps on my body, I said yes, yes to everything, let me said Heel , or any places to get rid of my life, but the voice is tender and lovely has brought the sunshine in my eyes again, said come my lord, don’t worry, you didn’t make any mistake, but I am afraid of course from her- father and the status of mine , the poorness, the influence power of their and the conventional instructions in my village , but she urge me to enter, in that moment I refuse and was satisfied to say for her only good day or any term deserved her, when I got to leave she embraces me from my neck, being can't able to leave , I tried to evade and vanished from her , but in that difficult hour her father was near of us, the girl immediately ran a way , the man noticed my confusion , but he didn’t blame me, he only said to me that's special party and no one I have invited, you can leave my son and in the next day I should see you-
accompanied your father in the harvest. Frightened I return to my house and my mother said that she had quested everywhere about me, and when she knew that I went there she was too much angered, saying to me don’t recur this again.
Although it is trivial transient event, but still I am worried and kept it in my heart to not have gone to their side and consider as forbidden red line.
After three days or more the feudalist has come to our part, to watch in closeness to see what we had doing in the harvest, my father stand to greet him, but he insists to not sit.
Immediately he asks us about what do we had collect on the seven days ago, but he sees that some stacks are not gathered well, he said to my father in afternoon you should be there present in my home, may be to ask him about the rent and something is obscure and vague to the children .
Indeed we didn’t know when my father had decided to go to the feudalist house , but we heard voice of quarrel, soon we gathered out side, but it is too dark to perceive what justly had happened, there is no light or electricity or just simple torch, so we listen rather than we could see and at the end we hear the triumph joy voice mixed with shouting .
We are thronged near the voice origin, hearing my father preceded closer and is completely disturbed rising his dragger quite to his shoulder and the blood covered it saying I killed him, he is slain, he is slain, and the feudalist is gone to the hell and never will attack everyone again, his haughtiness never has seen again in our village , though we must move, we must leave at once, we must hurry before sunshine and to make advantage of the cover of night and escape.
It is truly that the feudalist has died, my father stabbed him more than twenty in his neck, he was slain, he was slain.
Everyone of the family picked in his arm what could he drove to the far and not to stay there.
I ride one of the horses carrying my father gun and steal the way camouflaging in other direction, my father follows me- hand to hand with the rest of family.
We moved only by ourselves and what is slight to carry of stuff and other necessary things, we arrive after seven hours of continuous driven a very deserted area – arable has grow nothing, no human voice, but only the wolves' howling, our dog began to reply, but soon I covered his mouth by a precise tied. We stand, get down of our animals and everything being too much dark and not acceptable, already we cling together equanimity stability more than previous time, the danger everywhere could be found , and no one will help us, we forget the tiresome, only the little child began to cry in low voice, we couldn't set a fire due to not discovered by any one else, the news should move to the government- police center as fast as could possible, but what should we do there? Even dawn has come, the hours is quite heavy and long, but what about myself? What about my school? What about my friend whom I turned his enemy?
Although it is mystery everywhere, although the smell of gunpowder is present everywhere in my country, but I must stood and convey my real absent behavior everywhere should I go, the issue is not considering me only, but it the fate of all family, what happen to my eyes! they are glowing like the flame, the blaze in my heart so ," the girl", in spite I didn’t have really relation lasted three days or more, but truly my heart connected to her, what the things could I do! the stars still immerged on the sky and my eyes still immerged there, but my body, my warm blood affected on my family. How we could save ourselves? The next day we will be persuaded unless we find safety resort, but how should we get on!
The melancholy wretch covered my eyes
The black owl still near to my horse
Nothing will trust me in the Earth
And my hands captured with sin
Over my wound new wound stress
Morn should not apply the dawn
Sorrow and regret won't have space
And still I was solicitous soliloquize myself till morning beat the night, and the procession continued in next day, but to endless seashore.
Written by Mohammad Ahmad
Iraq \ 2010 \ 4 \ 3 – Saturday
,