محمد الربيعي2
10-05-2010, 11 : 57 AM
هو في الحقيقة موضوعي السابق قد حسنت فيه بعض الالفاظ بطريقة اكثر صحة من ناحية الكرامر كما استهلته بقصيدة من وحي الهامي المفرط بحب القضية العربية الا وهي غزة الصمود والتحدي وبكلمات جياشة ولا اريد ان استغرق اكثر فالعواطف والاحاسيس هي تعبر عن المشهد وتفضح كل شيء
أخوكم الربيعي الموصل في 10 ايار 2010
Dear cousins, dear friends
Not to be ominous if say the truth
To every poem I had brought
To the mistaken, if I make
My country, my wound my sorrow my distain
Nevertheless to what they say or move
My bear chlamydeous of brain and obstacles
Still hurt the onerous stab in my chest
But the enemy work not to build the ruin
In Gaza or everywhere in homeland
Iraq still trumps the victory you expect
But needs the help of Arab doeskin of strength
Still I were you in the dip of midnight
Nor the grief nor the wilderness
To Gaza to my slim, body weak
The dawn ever will be detached
The dawn every day has shone
I write only by my sword of ink
The pen that I have drip in pain
To whom have the distorted minds
To the girls still busy in their bosoms
To the aim to the welcome days
To the nest of my homelands
What could do these lines?
Only the bizarre of gloomy frustration
Burden and horrible afternoon
In my garden of snowy birds
The shadowy line will not move
-------------------------------
The uncured stab:
One day I was in the primary school when I was in the age of seven, and this it was almost in 1960s. The schools were built with mud and often have 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 cases are not the favorable at whole. The difference, however, is not value, if justly we make contrast between villages and town- centers, but the difference could only in less contrast especially to those live in the countryside almost are farmers or sheepherders and to those live in the towns are small merchants or small feudalists own large yards and sat in town have managed their farm-land by dependent person who 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 cruelty- rough of his style. Although the arable lands are belonged to those poorer people, because they are themselves working a lone, no helps are offered to them from the owner, just only to visit them at the end of the session and treat them by his long stick, and then no one should ask or answer only to obey him simply and gave him the half of the yields .
In one year of that dark gloomy days one of the feudalists has admired with himself and decide to run out of the town and choose small house to live adjacent to our house, it is the terrible day said my father , whereas I am in the forth year of my school, smooth and child , but the acceptance of my shadow is too 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 poorer sun will be a teacher or a -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 I got 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 comes to the village, and seeing not his visage to know him or being to be acquaintance. My father asked the feudalist about his son , the feudalist turned astonished, while that my father has told him about me, and argues some affairs, telling him how much he was turbid and upset about how he could send his son to the town? No room to rent , non should be confident to leave his son with, it is the very difficult moment , my father always discuses it ,to not forget the dark days, though the story I can't forget it at all .The feudalist sooner has 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, each of has taught the other, but although he is preceded me in one year, I was equal with him or preceded him in some materials.
The son also astonished and sending his father some of 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 closest friends, and no one could separate his fellow.
One day we decided to attain village by riding horses and he talks to me about their living cost , and how his father gain this abundance welfare's he said that his grandfather has served in the Turkey army.
No further time more we began trusted familiar in each other's home, visits are 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 always busy in decorating and sewing small parts of cardboard-- decorated clothes, and although she is being too younger and childly , but she is two years elder than me.
For the first time I did not 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 material was clasped to my book and when I opened the paper small green emerald fall down , suddenly I moved to my home ,entering and told my mother about what I have seen, my mother was afraid saying to me don’t tell anyone, because if the feudalist has known ,he may be and will be too anger and won’t believe you if you said you had just find the stone, or virtually thinks you had stolen it , 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 accidental transient trivial event disturbed my friend temper as on day he was riding a bicycle, and fallen down and one of his teeth was broken. Nevertheless, what happened again, still we exchange our confidential friendship and no trivial things will dismantle it. The days passed quickly and we began to start the final examination.
One day we returning back, my friend asks me whether or not exactly could I own determination to run in my job, of course I couldn’t give him initially the answer, but I kept in silence, 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 kept 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 have been accumulated on my sky, shutting out our door and 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 up to 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 days, and we shall visit the employers to share them the gaining of the ears, the crops will be ripen in lees than the period of two weeks.
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 to home, my parents were waiting to ask me about the marks and 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 started cry awhile.
Let her drop your books and she will be satisfied, said my father.
The family was gathering round a mud stove to warm their foods and tea, they have not 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 aristocratic , and this man won’t depend on any other else, he knows only himself, he is quite exaggerated bizarre and proud of his daughter Linda, he maid her as his soul, never speaks about her through crowded grumble's men, and he often says 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 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 -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 they were too frightened if anyone of them being absent and the feudalist asked about him, so they work in vigorous to win the peace of the cruelly person, or just to allow them got their rest in the mid of the day as they were eating their dinner.
I was there and contributed them their grief and their enjoy The flocks of the 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 by beating a large un- used can of plate by stick making a noise and crack to split those innocent birds, therefore I began to hate him everywhere I have met him.
In the mid of the day I have visited my friend finding him was 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 in my side, she offers me a glass of juice, never I have tasted at all, she says to me welcome. Instead her father considers me as his son, he stood like the serpent grief and cried - making a sound of cough to feel others of his presence , and of course I was enough frightened of his thrush of voice , but the girl of purity assures me that there is enough of time to exchange her the greeting , she is too passionate and has funny to everything, tumid –crooked cheeks, slim figure, but proudly stubbornly 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 worth to offer her, nothing in my house deserve her approval, or fit to her aristocrat, what shall I offer her my book or my old watch - which my father had brought it to me when I got succeed in the sixth class five years ago .
Nothing, nothing I have, still my garment was torn in many places , but her stubbornness forces me to obey her advice obligatory , or makes me sure that I shall stand anywhere in their house, dare not to say at least a word of welcome.
In the second day I was there, but lonely dare not because of the wide difference between me and her, and not acceptable to be contrasted in such music or dance or just transient dream fills my 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 , theft my thrust to wear new clothes or just hang the freedom everywhere, let me ride my horse and harass this cruelly life, mournfully, grief, and sadness, …all them torn me parts and confined my soul to be a lone in wilderness to console my grief my stubbornly necked eyes , to rooted them a ware , aware anyway, as this warm blood still draw fluently in my veins, but still I am hungry to find that’s sensation inside my deep such a book of love is not written in any dictionary yet and is not enough to feel anyone devoted and concentrated his idea as ideal person in the world ,and in that moment of absorption and consumption of my disarray ideas I got feel that someone has mention my name, which I have forgotten in that ordeal clumps on my body-steal and less than the steal , 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 - 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's control and the status of mine , the poorness, the influence power of their and the conventional instructions in my village , …but she urges 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 , you can leave and in the next day I should see you-
Accompanied with 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 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 our mind children and daughters.
Indeed we didn’t know when my father had decided to go to the feudalist house , but we heard clamors 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 thronged near the voice origin, hearing my father preceded closer returning and 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 there, his haughtiness never will be seen again in our village , though we must move, we must leave at once, we must hurry before sunshine threats 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 he could 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 the family.
We moved only by ourselves and what is very light to carry of stuff and other necessary things, we arrive after seven hours of continuous driven a very deserted arable area has grow nothing, no human souls, only the wolves' howling, our dog began to reply, soon then I covered his mouth by a precise tied to not being discovered elsewhere. We stand, got out of our animals and everything being too much dark and not acceptable, already we cling together equanimity stability more than any previous time, the danger is everywhere could be remain , and no one will help us, we forget our toil of fatigue and hard driven , 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 in adjacent commune as fast as possible, but what should we do there? Even dawn has come, the hours is quite heavy and long as my breath, but what about myself? What about my school? What about my friend whom they turned enemy at once?
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 is 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, to the beauty life I deprive its worth, what are the matters could I concern ! The stars still immerged on the sky and my eyes still immerged there, but my body, my warm blood is touched about my family. How we could save ourselves? The next day we will have 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 hand was captured to its palm
Over my wound new wound stress
Morn should not apply the dawn
Sorrow and regret will not turn peace
Still I was solicitous soliloquize myself until morning beat the night, and the procession continued in next day, but to endless road opened way.
أخوكم الربيعي الموصل في 10 ايار 2010
Dear cousins, dear friends
Not to be ominous if say the truth
To every poem I had brought
To the mistaken, if I make
My country, my wound my sorrow my distain
Nevertheless to what they say or move
My bear chlamydeous of brain and obstacles
Still hurt the onerous stab in my chest
But the enemy work not to build the ruin
In Gaza or everywhere in homeland
Iraq still trumps the victory you expect
But needs the help of Arab doeskin of strength
Still I were you in the dip of midnight
Nor the grief nor the wilderness
To Gaza to my slim, body weak
The dawn ever will be detached
The dawn every day has shone
I write only by my sword of ink
The pen that I have drip in pain
To whom have the distorted minds
To the girls still busy in their bosoms
To the aim to the welcome days
To the nest of my homelands
What could do these lines?
Only the bizarre of gloomy frustration
Burden and horrible afternoon
In my garden of snowy birds
The shadowy line will not move
-------------------------------
The uncured stab:
One day I was in the primary school when I was in the age of seven, and this it was almost in 1960s. The schools were built with mud and often have 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 cases are not the favorable at whole. The difference, however, is not value, if justly we make contrast between villages and town- centers, but the difference could only in less contrast especially to those live in the countryside almost are farmers or sheepherders and to those live in the towns are small merchants or small feudalists own large yards and sat in town have managed their farm-land by dependent person who 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 cruelty- rough of his style. Although the arable lands are belonged to those poorer people, because they are themselves working a lone, no helps are offered to them from the owner, just only to visit them at the end of the session and treat them by his long stick, and then no one should ask or answer only to obey him simply and gave him the half of the yields .
In one year of that dark gloomy days one of the feudalists has admired with himself and decide to run out of the town and choose small house to live adjacent to our house, it is the terrible day said my father , whereas I am in the forth year of my school, smooth and child , but the acceptance of my shadow is too 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 poorer sun will be a teacher or a -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 I got 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 comes to the village, and seeing not his visage to know him or being to be acquaintance. My father asked the feudalist about his son , the feudalist turned astonished, while that my father has told him about me, and argues some affairs, telling him how much he was turbid and upset about how he could send his son to the town? No room to rent , non should be confident to leave his son with, it is the very difficult moment , my father always discuses it ,to not forget the dark days, though the story I can't forget it at all .The feudalist sooner has 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, each of has taught the other, but although he is preceded me in one year, I was equal with him or preceded him in some materials.
The son also astonished and sending his father some of 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 closest friends, and no one could separate his fellow.
One day we decided to attain village by riding horses and he talks to me about their living cost , and how his father gain this abundance welfare's he said that his grandfather has served in the Turkey army.
No further time more we began trusted familiar in each other's home, visits are 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 always busy in decorating and sewing small parts of cardboard-- decorated clothes, and although she is being too younger and childly , but she is two years elder than me.
For the first time I did not 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 material was clasped to my book and when I opened the paper small green emerald fall down , suddenly I moved to my home ,entering and told my mother about what I have seen, my mother was afraid saying to me don’t tell anyone, because if the feudalist has known ,he may be and will be too anger and won’t believe you if you said you had just find the stone, or virtually thinks you had stolen it , 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 accidental transient trivial event disturbed my friend temper as on day he was riding a bicycle, and fallen down and one of his teeth was broken. Nevertheless, what happened again, still we exchange our confidential friendship and no trivial things will dismantle it. The days passed quickly and we began to start the final examination.
One day we returning back, my friend asks me whether or not exactly could I own determination to run in my job, of course I couldn’t give him initially the answer, but I kept in silence, 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 kept 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 have been accumulated on my sky, shutting out our door and 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 up to 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 days, and we shall visit the employers to share them the gaining of the ears, the crops will be ripen in lees than the period of two weeks.
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 to home, my parents were waiting to ask me about the marks and 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 started cry awhile.
Let her drop your books and she will be satisfied, said my father.
The family was gathering round a mud stove to warm their foods and tea, they have not 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 aristocratic , and this man won’t depend on any other else, he knows only himself, he is quite exaggerated bizarre and proud of his daughter Linda, he maid her as his soul, never speaks about her through crowded grumble's men, and he often says 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 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 -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 they were too frightened if anyone of them being absent and the feudalist asked about him, so they work in vigorous to win the peace of the cruelly person, or just to allow them got their rest in the mid of the day as they were eating their dinner.
I was there and contributed them their grief and their enjoy The flocks of the 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 by beating a large un- used can of plate by stick making a noise and crack to split those innocent birds, therefore I began to hate him everywhere I have met him.
In the mid of the day I have visited my friend finding him was 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 in my side, she offers me a glass of juice, never I have tasted at all, she says to me welcome. Instead her father considers me as his son, he stood like the serpent grief and cried - making a sound of cough to feel others of his presence , and of course I was enough frightened of his thrush of voice , but the girl of purity assures me that there is enough of time to exchange her the greeting , she is too passionate and has funny to everything, tumid –crooked cheeks, slim figure, but proudly stubbornly 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 worth to offer her, nothing in my house deserve her approval, or fit to her aristocrat, what shall I offer her my book or my old watch - which my father had brought it to me when I got succeed in the sixth class five years ago .
Nothing, nothing I have, still my garment was torn in many places , but her stubbornness forces me to obey her advice obligatory , or makes me sure that I shall stand anywhere in their house, dare not to say at least a word of welcome.
In the second day I was there, but lonely dare not because of the wide difference between me and her, and not acceptable to be contrasted in such music or dance or just transient dream fills my 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 , theft my thrust to wear new clothes or just hang the freedom everywhere, let me ride my horse and harass this cruelly life, mournfully, grief, and sadness, …all them torn me parts and confined my soul to be a lone in wilderness to console my grief my stubbornly necked eyes , to rooted them a ware , aware anyway, as this warm blood still draw fluently in my veins, but still I am hungry to find that’s sensation inside my deep such a book of love is not written in any dictionary yet and is not enough to feel anyone devoted and concentrated his idea as ideal person in the world ,and in that moment of absorption and consumption of my disarray ideas I got feel that someone has mention my name, which I have forgotten in that ordeal clumps on my body-steal and less than the steal , 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 - 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's control and the status of mine , the poorness, the influence power of their and the conventional instructions in my village , …but she urges 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 , you can leave and in the next day I should see you-
Accompanied with 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 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 our mind children and daughters.
Indeed we didn’t know when my father had decided to go to the feudalist house , but we heard clamors 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 thronged near the voice origin, hearing my father preceded closer returning and 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 there, his haughtiness never will be seen again in our village , though we must move, we must leave at once, we must hurry before sunshine threats 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 he could 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 the family.
We moved only by ourselves and what is very light to carry of stuff and other necessary things, we arrive after seven hours of continuous driven a very deserted arable area has grow nothing, no human souls, only the wolves' howling, our dog began to reply, soon then I covered his mouth by a precise tied to not being discovered elsewhere. We stand, got out of our animals and everything being too much dark and not acceptable, already we cling together equanimity stability more than any previous time, the danger is everywhere could be remain , and no one will help us, we forget our toil of fatigue and hard driven , 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 in adjacent commune as fast as possible, but what should we do there? Even dawn has come, the hours is quite heavy and long as my breath, but what about myself? What about my school? What about my friend whom they turned enemy at once?
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 is 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, to the beauty life I deprive its worth, what are the matters could I concern ! The stars still immerged on the sky and my eyes still immerged there, but my body, my warm blood is touched about my family. How we could save ourselves? The next day we will have 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 hand was captured to its palm
Over my wound new wound stress
Morn should not apply the dawn
Sorrow and regret will not turn peace
Still I was solicitous soliloquize myself until morning beat the night, and the procession continued in next day, but to endless road opened way.