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Thoughts and ideas pulled
each other in his mind, floated there and
disappeared swiftly leaving no effect except
abstractedness and heat in the mind.  Now he
was standing in front of his apartment’s door ..
gasping as if he has just finished running a
long course.  His
heart was beating fast pushing blood into his
head to echo in his ears.  Fearing
his determination to falter he put his hand into
his pocket and get the key out, pushed it gently
into the door.  He moved
the door cautiously and stretched his head to
have a look at the hall.  After he
entered he restored the door without shutting it
lest it should make noise.  The hall
was empty and all the rooms were closed.  Where is
the maidservant?  He
thought of the bedroom and took off his shoes
and approached it on his toes until he faced the
door, it was closed.   He
put his ears on the door’s aperture and
eavesdropped imagining that he was hearing a
faint murmur and other sounds.
Suspicion has gone with the torture it
causes and the hopes it implies.  Disgraceful,
terrible truth appeared wearing no veil.  His
eyesight went out for seconds because of anger,
he was no longer able to bear the state of
inactivity, he stepped back and twisted his leg
to push the door with all his strength, the door
quaked vehemently inwards.  He took
two steps forward until he crossed the
threshold.
A mad scream exploded in the room and two
naked bodies jumped out of the bed, the woman’s
and that of the young man.

The woman
was in a mad state of panic and fear; she was
shivering, her face went pale
instantly and her eyes got wide.  She drew
the quilt on her body and stayed still looking
at her husband as if she were looking at a
terrible demon.  The
young lover failed to reach his clothes on the
armchair.
He stayed motionless and frozen in his
place, he kept staring at the husband with
terror-stricken desperate eyes beseeching him in
trembling childish
voice:

“I
beseech you!”

It was
strange that the husband was not overcome by
madness and did not rush to take revenge as
usually

happens
in these situations.  He was
quite composed and vaguely tranquil like a
drunken intoxicated by slumber.  He kept
standing moving his eyes between the lovers in
firm peacefulness as if he were watching a sight
apart from his own feelings and emotions.  When he
saw his wife’s hand trying to draw the quilt on
her body he asked her coldly:

-
Are you
ashamed of appearing naked in front of me?

Then he
turned to the young man who whooped in a
shivering feverish voice:

-
Have mercy
upon me.
Let me put on my clothes and do what you
want.

-
“Do you like
to die in your clothes?”   He
asked him contemptuously.

-
“Mercy!”  The
young man
ululated

-
“Put on your
clothes man and have no fear.”   Said
the husband in a delicate voice.

The lover
did not believe and began to beseech the husband
again in a weeping frightened voice:

-
Have pity
for me.

The husband
answered him encouragingly:

-
“Put on your
clothes man and fear not anything.  Come
on.
I mean what I say.”   The
husband answered him
encouragingly.

But the
young lover did not move an inch.  He was
shivering out of terror.  The
husband took the lover’s clothes and handed them
over to him saying in a mocking voice: “Do you
want me to help you putting them on?”  Yet, the
young lover put on his clothes hurriedly.  His
shape was funny and ludicrous; his hair was
daubed with vaseline appearing from under his
fez, the buttons of his trousers were loose, his
shirt dangles and the strings of his shoes were
unfastened.  He was
completely distracted, looking at the husband’s
face with submission and

despair and said:

-
I am under
your disposal.

-
“What I am
going to do with you? I have no use of you.  Take
leave from the lady, if she gives you permission
to leave go in peace.” Said the husband with a
shrug:

The young
man looked him as if he were saying: “Why all
this torture?  Kill me
if you want but quickly.”   The
husband knew what the young man wanted to say
and he asked him with a shrug:

-
Don’t you
want to go? Didn’t you hear what I said? Do you
still have desire for her?

The young
man’s embarrassment increased and when he saw
that the husband was giving the way he moved in
slow steps not believing what he saw and what he
heard.
When he came in front of him he felt a
heavy hand settling on his shoulders and he
shivered out of fear and terror and expected
evil but the man asked him quickly:

-
Don’t be afraid … you will go where you
want to go but … where?

He said
this while he was stretching his palm to the
young man.  The lover
looked at him, embarrassed and inquiring.  The young
engineer said:

-
Where is the
price?

The young
man kept looking at silently, the husband said
in a serious voice:

-
What
happened to you? Didn’t you have fun with this
woman? Why don’t you pay the price then?  Do you
think that fun here is for free?

-
Sir!!!

-
What a
stingy lover you are.  Don’t
you want to pay any thing?  What is
the price you can pay for this woman? Heh? She
deserves a riyal, doesn’t
she

When he
lost hope he put his hands in the young man’s
pockets reaching to his purse from which he took
out a riyal and returned it to him saying: “Now
go to where you want to go.”

The man
broke away unable to believe that he was finally
safe.
The husband turned to his wife and said:
“Now put on your clothes Madame and be calm.”

How
could he control his feelings and reactions? How
could his nerves obey him blindly? This is one
of the secrets of nature that the strongest
rhetoric could not express.  However,
this day had gone like a distasteful
nightmare.
He did not refer to that day explicitly
or implicitly.  He did
not mention that day neither with joy nor with
resentment.   He did
neither raise a question about that day nor
investigate about its events.  He met
his wife with a calm natural face as if he were
another person different from the wounded
husband.
He did not cut off from work, and he did
not change his habits.  He did
not stop telling tales nor cooled off his
jestings.
He used to go to his job, come back, take
rest, eat, drink, sleep and rise as if he were a
happy husband sleeping with his beloved wife, or
a father taking care of his house and family
without anything to disturb his life.

During the
first days of the scandal the woman was
fear-stricken and tortured.   She
beseeched him with tearful eyes to divorce
her.
“Divorce you? Why? Did you lose your mind
my lady?”
He answered like one who lost his
memory.
She was
completely helpless, confused, distracted,
uncertain, fear-stricken, distressed, and unable
to unveil his intentions.  Was he
going to payback? Was he going to divorce
her?
His attitude towards her lover was
stranger that black day.

Days
passed, long and heavy.  Her
worries did not come true.  Her
doubts proved false.
She started to get rid of fear forgetting
her concerns while she was doing household
duties.  She found
herself mechanically devoting herself
wholeheartedly to his service with the sinner’s
enthusiasm who is trying to medicate his chiding
conscience.  However,
she was not at ease with his meekness and
peacefulness asking herself all the time: “Did
he forget and forgive? Was he pretending to have
forgotten? Was he consoling himself?  What
designs involved in his ambiguous life and
uncertain smile

Their life
went on regularly; each one of them was
pretending accord and intimacy.  Each one
of them was reflecting his thoughts, until a day
came when the husband invited all his relatives
and his wife’s relatives to a lunch banquet.
He
gladly spent all the money he had.
All the members of his family and his
wife’s family came to the banquet, men and
women, girls and boys, his father-in-law and his
mother-in-law.  The
house was crowded with guests whose jestings and
laughter; happiness and familial friendliness
and intimacy filled it with cheerfulness and
happiness.
They talked about everything; about
obesity and thinness, about marriage and
celibacy, about girls of the past and girls of
the present, about politics and bicycles, about
premiums and children.  The
engineer shared in all these conversations with
great appetite.  He was
extremely happy showing great courtesy to his
guests, welcoming them passionately.

Suddenly he
stopped talking as if he had remembered
something important, putting his hand inside his
pocket and got it out with a riyal,  he went
on turning the riyal upside-down and gave it to
his father-in-law saying:

-
Look at this
riyal uncle; do you think it is false?

The man
took the riyal and turned it left and right in
his hand while the eyes of the guests turned to
focus on their conversation.

-
No, son… it
is genuine, did somebody refuse to take it?

The husband
passed a look at his wife and saw that her face
had turned paler than a dead woman’s face.

He
said with a smile:

-
Nobody
refused it sir, but I just wanted to make sure
that it is genuine because it is the subject of
a wonderful story and I am sure you all want to
hear it.

The
audience became more eager to hear his words,
their desire to hear his story increased, he
asked his father-in-law to give the riyal to his
wife saying:

-
Shushu knows
the story of this riyal better than me; now I
give her the right to tell it.  Come on
Shushu; tell them the wonderful story of the
riyal to open their appetite for food.

All the
faces of the guests turned to the wife, their
interest to hear the story has been
doubled.
They expected a very interesting
story.
But Shushu was in a bitter state of panic
and confusion.  She
gathered all her strength to rose and found her
way among the sitting to the door, they
protested against her leaving and tried to
prevent her but she resisted their hands saying
in a faint troubled voice:

-
Just one
minute, I shall come to you.

She went
out while her husband’s eyes were following her
with unsympathetic looks.

*
*
*

The reader
can easily work out the appalling end of this
story; he definitely read a lot, in the
newspapers, about those who throw themselves
from high windows and fall down dead.  Perhaps
the reader reads such concise news and asks
about their hidden reasons and starts to
guess.
This was the secret of one of those
suicides.  Now I
feel sorry that the story ends this way, but
what can I do since it began a sorry
beginning?

In fact, I
am not to blame of neither its beginning nor its
end.
This is how its wounded hero, who now
keeps to the pub day and night, narrated
it.

However,
I hoped its writer was its narrator because, and
it is a sorrowful thing to say this, I could not
reach his ability of expression and sincere
statement.

‏الخميس‏، 27‏ تشرين الأول‏،
2005

الجمعية
تطلق مشروع ترجمة الأدب العربي إلى لغات
العالم

بدأت
الجمعية الدولية للمترجمين العرب العمل في مشروع
لترجمة الأدب العربي إلى لغات العالم الذي تهدف من
خلاله إلى تحقيق عدة أهداف
أهمها:

§
تعريف
الآخر
بالنتاج الأدبي والإبداعي العربي ونقله من
المحلية إلى العالمية

§
تعزيز
ثقة المبدع العربي بنفسه وبنتاجه
الإبداعي

§
تجميع
أعمال المبدعين العرب من كتاب وقاصين وروائيين
ومسرحيين وشعراء وأدباء ونشرها
في
مختلف
اللغات على بوابة الجمعية
ومنتدياتها

هذا
وقد استهلت الجمعية الدولية هذا المشروع بطرح
مجموعة من القصص القصيرة المترجمة إلى الإنجليزية
من أعمال أعضاء الجمعية من المبدعين في فن القصة
القصيرة على منتدى القصة
القصيرة:

http://www.arabicwata.com/Forums/topic.asp?TOPIC_ID=1927&whichpage=4

تلا
ذلك، توجيه دعوة إلى المبدعين في مختلف مجالات
الكتابة الأدبية استجاب لها عدد كبير من الأسماء
اللامعة من الكتاب والقاصين والروائيين والمسرحيين
والشعراء العرب الذين عبروا عن رغبتهم في طرح
أعمالهم للترجمة من خلال هذا المشروع الحضاري
الرائد.

وفي
السياق ذاته، قامت الجمعية بعقد اتفاق مع الدكتور
المعروف كولين ديفي للقيام بالتحرير والتصويب
والمراجعة اللغوية للنسخ الإنجليزية وستقوم دار
واتا-غارانت بالطباعة والتوزيع لضمان حقوق
المبدعين وتولي مهمة توزيع الأعمال
عالميا.

ينقسم
المشروع إلى عدة مراحل، تهدف المرحلة الأولى
لترجمة الأعمال الأدبية إلى  الإنكليزية
ثم الانتقال إلى الفرنسية والإسبانية  واللغات
الأخرى طمعاً
في
نشر آدابنا في أكثر اللغات
انتشاراً
في مراحل لاحقة.

والجمعية
إذ تغتنم هذه الفرصة لتوجه دعوة إلى كافة الكتاب
والمبدعين الذين لديهم ترجمات لأعمالهم الأدبية أو
لديهم الرغبة في ترجمتها من العربية إلى
الإنجليزية إلى المبادرة بنشر أعمالهم الأدبية على
المنتدى أعلاه
حتى
يتسنى لهم المشاركة في هذا
المشروع.

كما
تجدد الجمعية دعوتها إلى أهل الحل والعقد ورجال
الأعمال والمؤسسات المهتمة بالحركة الأدبية
والثقافية أن يغتنموا هذه الفرصة التاريخية
للمبادرة بدعم هذا المشروع الحضاري العظيم وذلك من
خلال مراسلة الجمعية على بريدها
الرسمي.

http://www.arabicwata.com/Arabic/The_Association/WATA_News/2005/oct/article1.html

للاطلاع
على المزيد من أخبارنا،
انقر
هنا

عند تسجيلك في
قاعدة بيانات الجمعية، يجب ادخال اسم مستخدم حقيقي
لإن الإدارة تقوم بتغيير كل اسم غير حقيقي في حال
كانت بياناته صحيحة. غير ذلك يتم حذفه وعليه
التسجيل من جديد..
إن كانت بياناتك صحيحة ولم
يتم تفعيلك، عليك بمراجعة الأستاذة تانيا بركات
مسؤولة التسجيل.

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