this is my first column so I am not sure if I am doing this right, but anyway, I'll just proceed.
I've been reading the newspaper yesterday and came upon these three very short stories and for the first time an Arabic writing grabs my attention so I thought maybe you'll like them, too so I translated them to English and here they are:
1.A thread:
He didn't make sure of his empty surroundings' viscosity;
something suffocating like dust came from far and hugged
the room's emptiness which looked like a small toilet!
He stared at his disgusting bed and the pictures which
were withering with their fading details.
He tried to remove away the viscosity of something that's surrounded him.
He curled his fingers and gathered long threads
that reached until the ceiling and there he glanced a corpse
of an aged spider staring at him in utter sarcasm.
2.A Garden:
He rested on one of the wooden benchs that was
covered by rust and dust. He was alone, surrounded by
a sad greenness and a sleeping silence that was
interrupted occasionally by small animal's moans.
He remembers this bench and the beautiful girl who
was with him then.
He dosn't remember how long has it been since that
stolen moment of romantic privacy but when he caressed
the wood a lovely kind of warmth slipped into him.
3.A tree:
He still remembers... the memory of this tree.
It was a mere sapling when he found it
among strangely smelling broken branches and garbages.
This plant had a strange color and on one of its branches,
it had sharp needles.
It must have been planted and here it is standing proud and tall
casting its shadow upon the place but it didn't produce any fruits
except some sharp and ferocious needles, ones that made anyone
closing on it bleed.
Written by: Kamal Latif Salim
I am curious how people will interpret these short stories so do let me know what they make you feel while reading them.
Thanks and hope you enjoy.
~Noor
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