سماهر عبدالحفيظ حمدان : قصة مترجمة للكاتبة والشاعرة إيمان حماد بعنوان Identity in the Idle Time
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#سماهر_عبدالحفيظ_حمدان Identity in the Idle TimeNothing awakens us from our deep but our horrified at the farewell of the ones we love.Hanan was out like a light after a week of painstaking work. Friday was her sanctuary to get the tiredness off her body and the y off her weary eyelids. As usual, the shadows of the beloved ones began visiting her while she was in a slumber. This time, it sounds really different. She could have seen her mother who departed away from her 10 years ago. She was lying on a hospital stretcher wearing green clothes like the ones surgeons wear when they enter behind a patient sticking scalpels in his - her sedated body which has been chased by the lovers hopeful eyes and their tongues stir with prayers. She was also covered with sheets of the same color. She was helpless and solemnly yelling and calling Hanan to the harshest pain of her ability. She got up out of her , freaking out in a miserable way. She turned around to take a look at her husband who seems to wake out of a deep because of her restless and her twitchy raving. She hesitantly looked at him and called his name with a terrified voice.- " Tha er … Tha er "- " Yeah … "- "I need to bounce something off to you but please, do not consider me insane!"- "Say, what is wrong?" said it with extreme concern- "I feel like one of my parents has died!" - " La hawl wala quat iilaa billah (There is no power´-or-strength but with Allah). Keep evil away. This is an illusion and dream hallucinations."He gently and kindly patted her on the shoulder, saying:- "It is ok. Try to another hour. You are exhausted and you need to ." is that the unknown world which Hanan hoped to dive in, in her day off. That s what she said to her colleague this weekend, when she left for home after a week of exhausting work. So what else but work and are awaiting her?! She can t visit nor see her parents and brothers who live in Jordan just a stone s throw away from Palestine. Many incidents have been buried in time archive while she is still dormant. She hears what s happening but she cannot see it. Her father grew old, the gray hair invaded her mother s head and all her brothers married. She s had a lot of events in her imagination but she did not actually live in them. Hanan turned these events into memories that were all painful even if she tried to hide her ache. Her life was like Godot s who spent his life waiting with no hope. During the lean ten years, hope was her only provision. She did not realize that hope deferred maketh the heart sick. It is just like the wick of a candle that burns her from inside´-or-like a malignant a tumor that ruthlessly attacks her soul. She did not realize that amputation will be the end of the tortured soul.The flashback for the ten years passed in front of her eyes. Then, she sunk into the ocean of memory and suppressed the inner voice which was urging her to get out of bed to inspect her foreboding tragic nightmare which ......
#مترجمة
#للكاتبة
#والشاعرة
#إيمان
#حماد
#بعنوان
#Identity
#Idle
لقراءة المزيد من الموضوع انقر على الرابط ادناه:
https://ahewar.org/debat/show.art.asp?aid=724476
#الحوار_المتمدن
#سماهر_عبدالحفيظ_حمدان Identity in the Idle TimeNothing awakens us from our deep but our horrified at the farewell of the ones we love.Hanan was out like a light after a week of painstaking work. Friday was her sanctuary to get the tiredness off her body and the y off her weary eyelids. As usual, the shadows of the beloved ones began visiting her while she was in a slumber. This time, it sounds really different. She could have seen her mother who departed away from her 10 years ago. She was lying on a hospital stretcher wearing green clothes like the ones surgeons wear when they enter behind a patient sticking scalpels in his - her sedated body which has been chased by the lovers hopeful eyes and their tongues stir with prayers. She was also covered with sheets of the same color. She was helpless and solemnly yelling and calling Hanan to the harshest pain of her ability. She got up out of her , freaking out in a miserable way. She turned around to take a look at her husband who seems to wake out of a deep because of her restless and her twitchy raving. She hesitantly looked at him and called his name with a terrified voice.- " Tha er … Tha er "- " Yeah … "- "I need to bounce something off to you but please, do not consider me insane!"- "Say, what is wrong?" said it with extreme concern- "I feel like one of my parents has died!" - " La hawl wala quat iilaa billah (There is no power´-or-strength but with Allah). Keep evil away. This is an illusion and dream hallucinations."He gently and kindly patted her on the shoulder, saying:- "It is ok. Try to another hour. You are exhausted and you need to ." is that the unknown world which Hanan hoped to dive in, in her day off. That s what she said to her colleague this weekend, when she left for home after a week of exhausting work. So what else but work and are awaiting her?! She can t visit nor see her parents and brothers who live in Jordan just a stone s throw away from Palestine. Many incidents have been buried in time archive while she is still dormant. She hears what s happening but she cannot see it. Her father grew old, the gray hair invaded her mother s head and all her brothers married. She s had a lot of events in her imagination but she did not actually live in them. Hanan turned these events into memories that were all painful even if she tried to hide her ache. Her life was like Godot s who spent his life waiting with no hope. During the lean ten years, hope was her only provision. She did not realize that hope deferred maketh the heart sick. It is just like the wick of a candle that burns her from inside´-or-like a malignant a tumor that ruthlessly attacks her soul. She did not realize that amputation will be the end of the tortured soul.The flashback for the ten years passed in front of her eyes. Then, she sunk into the ocean of memory and suppressed the inner voice which was urging her to get out of bed to inspect her foreboding tragic nightmare which ......
#مترجمة
#للكاتبة
#والشاعرة
#إيمان
#حماد
#بعنوان
#Identity
#Idle
لقراءة المزيد من الموضوع انقر على الرابط ادناه:
https://ahewar.org/debat/show.art.asp?aid=724476
الحوار المتمدن
سماهر عبدالحفيظ حمدان - قصة مترجمة للكاتبة والشاعرة إيمان حماد بعنوان Identity in the Idle Time