ثورة الرزوق
14-07-2005, 08:45 AM
THE EXECUTION
Short Story : Saleh Razzouk
He said feeling the top of his head: try to forget.
I turned my face towards the other side, and watched the upper parts of the trees and night fall, then asked: do you think all happened without pains?.
He nodded, and briefly said: without pains.
Then added: do you mind a fire here?.
* * *
Setting fire out kept me busy of a lapse. yet, the notion of death without pains continued to worry me, to nag in my temple like the beats of heart in pulsation, though I asked whence feeding the flickering fire with another shoot: he ought to suffer a little.
My friend rotated a thick shoot in the fire, and said: might be. I hope night is warm. We ought to stay all the night here, I am afraid.
His last drew my attention to another problem.
Trees were scattered about every where, and dark podsol soils ran ahead to large distances. I expressed unease with a word or so. I guess said: damn it. Or: damn me; then I thought of the face the third person who vanished from existence.. Yes, vanished altogether.
The moment he turn back to face the poplar tree his knees trembled slightly, I gather I heard the huff of air when passed from between lips and out of nose too. He tried to utter a word, and kept trying, to the minute of mercy bullet. Truth I say, he responded with a sudden quake, thereafter every feeling in chest was put out.
I saw him twirled, then dove for the tree trunk. He did not feel the tough bark, I bid, for he passed through after the shot at once. even though, I did not stay much to see the blood thread that dripped from his nape to the earth like a twinkle of saliva’s slug.
I pushed my head to the other way, and looked at an ordinary looking tree, it was like meself watching the execution.
* * *
Fire nearly died, I brought more shoots of black thorn to keep it up, and said as in a report: do you believe he expected his fait?.
He said: after we went too far, he figured out.
I added: and the path.. we took him from different path.
The woods on fire squeaked in my ears, then I said with a shrill voice: I do not regret what happened. do you?.
The words were silly. We both were sad and miserable to a large extent.
I remember how his face was dyed with yellow saffron colour, when saw the death tree.. He smiled and looked to the roseate trunk, it was rosy like flash reflections on foaming water. We did not need telling him the verdict. Though, he smiled gently.
- you were wrong. Said my friend with clear cut voice.
He nodded like wicked child was caught to admit his sin.
- what then. Said the friend again, and did not add a word, likewise he told him the verdict.
The fort we departed from on horses, at that particular moment, seemed too far like on impossible mission. The horses ticked the earth with hooves as to stir in heads continuous waves of dense despair, you could not attribute a reason to it, and regenerate in burdened hearts more doubts and agitation like parallel counterparts..
I took a hazy glimpse from the crest of ambiguous things flipped over the place and every where; and thought thoroughly of the notion of execution.. Why we decided on, What he has done, What was behind the corruption and sin?..
* * *
I stirred earth soils with thin fingers had swallowed from metacarpals, and blew it in every direction; I did not expect to reach king Solomon’s mines; but I was, in fact, like who blows ashes in night pry’s eyes. Next I took a small stone looked like satan’s cub( 1 ), and threw it in the fire, and felt the need to say a word to defend myself.
The friend returned to his usual gesture, and touched his head’s top with tips, and looked considerate, before a stand up.
His face was stunning like the skies when full with somber clouds. All in sudden, he attacked what remained after the big fire, and tackled with it.
- better to get back. I do not like a stay. He said.
On completion, the fire was off as to see nothing in his plain bulk but two eyes glittered with tears.
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( 1 ) -shaped stones, softened and sharp angled by wind. In Arabic folklore it brings hardships traced back to damned devil whom god expelled from paradise.
Saleh Razzouk – 1998
Short Story : Saleh Razzouk
He said feeling the top of his head: try to forget.
I turned my face towards the other side, and watched the upper parts of the trees and night fall, then asked: do you think all happened without pains?.
He nodded, and briefly said: without pains.
Then added: do you mind a fire here?.
* * *
Setting fire out kept me busy of a lapse. yet, the notion of death without pains continued to worry me, to nag in my temple like the beats of heart in pulsation, though I asked whence feeding the flickering fire with another shoot: he ought to suffer a little.
My friend rotated a thick shoot in the fire, and said: might be. I hope night is warm. We ought to stay all the night here, I am afraid.
His last drew my attention to another problem.
Trees were scattered about every where, and dark podsol soils ran ahead to large distances. I expressed unease with a word or so. I guess said: damn it. Or: damn me; then I thought of the face the third person who vanished from existence.. Yes, vanished altogether.
The moment he turn back to face the poplar tree his knees trembled slightly, I gather I heard the huff of air when passed from between lips and out of nose too. He tried to utter a word, and kept trying, to the minute of mercy bullet. Truth I say, he responded with a sudden quake, thereafter every feeling in chest was put out.
I saw him twirled, then dove for the tree trunk. He did not feel the tough bark, I bid, for he passed through after the shot at once. even though, I did not stay much to see the blood thread that dripped from his nape to the earth like a twinkle of saliva’s slug.
I pushed my head to the other way, and looked at an ordinary looking tree, it was like meself watching the execution.
* * *
Fire nearly died, I brought more shoots of black thorn to keep it up, and said as in a report: do you believe he expected his fait?.
He said: after we went too far, he figured out.
I added: and the path.. we took him from different path.
The woods on fire squeaked in my ears, then I said with a shrill voice: I do not regret what happened. do you?.
The words were silly. We both were sad and miserable to a large extent.
I remember how his face was dyed with yellow saffron colour, when saw the death tree.. He smiled and looked to the roseate trunk, it was rosy like flash reflections on foaming water. We did not need telling him the verdict. Though, he smiled gently.
- you were wrong. Said my friend with clear cut voice.
He nodded like wicked child was caught to admit his sin.
- what then. Said the friend again, and did not add a word, likewise he told him the verdict.
The fort we departed from on horses, at that particular moment, seemed too far like on impossible mission. The horses ticked the earth with hooves as to stir in heads continuous waves of dense despair, you could not attribute a reason to it, and regenerate in burdened hearts more doubts and agitation like parallel counterparts..
I took a hazy glimpse from the crest of ambiguous things flipped over the place and every where; and thought thoroughly of the notion of execution.. Why we decided on, What he has done, What was behind the corruption and sin?..
* * *
I stirred earth soils with thin fingers had swallowed from metacarpals, and blew it in every direction; I did not expect to reach king Solomon’s mines; but I was, in fact, like who blows ashes in night pry’s eyes. Next I took a small stone looked like satan’s cub( 1 ), and threw it in the fire, and felt the need to say a word to defend myself.
The friend returned to his usual gesture, and touched his head’s top with tips, and looked considerate, before a stand up.
His face was stunning like the skies when full with somber clouds. All in sudden, he attacked what remained after the big fire, and tackled with it.
- better to get back. I do not like a stay. He said.
On completion, the fire was off as to see nothing in his plain bulk but two eyes glittered with tears.
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( 1 ) -shaped stones, softened and sharp angled by wind. In Arabic folklore it brings hardships traced back to damned devil whom god expelled from paradise.
Saleh Razzouk – 1998