passed her sixtieth year—to enjoy life and love.
The argument pierced the walls and became the talk of all the neighbors.
Some said it was a spurious love between an old woman and a young man the same age as her children, who was greedy for the money she’d inherited from her late husband. Others declared that a person must accept whatever they get from life—and especially, from love—even if the price be high. The affair seemed a disaster to the woman in the eyes of her five sons. They wound up murdering their wayward mother and going to the dock for it—accused of planning the crime and carrying it out together. In the investigation, arguments raged whose recurrent themes were motherhood and filial piety, honor and dignity, reputation, and respect for traditions.
I still can recall their faces and their words. Just as I remember the deceased woman when she defied the years and the wagging tongues to go her own way—so dazzlingly, seductively dressed and perfumed.
Dream 56
I left the great house in which we had waited—each man alone, not knowing the others—and felt something like security after unease.
Yet the sense of relief didn’t last long, for soon I imagined that others were following me. I glanced behind me and saw in the distance a group coming after me, gesturing with their hands in the breeze.
I quickened my pace until I broke into a run. On the road I spied the house to which I’d been invited, and instantly hurried toward it. I found the people there as if they were returning from abroad, organizing their things and dusting them off. None of them seemed surprised at my appearance among them. They stared at my face with such affection in their expressions, in their talk, and in their smiles, it was as though I’d just come back with them from their travels.
For that moment, at least, I forgot about the people creeping up behind me.
Dream 57
I walked around the fort twice—a citadel of stone whose windows were like tiny holes. From each window appeared a face that I not only knew, but adored. Some had been traveling a long while; others had departed our world at different times. I stared with passion and grief—and imagined that each one was begging from its depths for me to set them free. After looking hopelessly at the stone fort’s gate, I went to the authorities to ask for help.
I left them feeling satisfied, clutching a pole made of steel, and returned to the fort. I brandished the pole, and the faces peered out as I struck a mighty blow at the door, which split apart and collapsed. The faces vanished from the windows as shouts of joy and pleasure rose up, and I stopped, my heart beating hard—waiting to meet the dear ones with longing and desire.
Dream 58
F inally the new tram came to us, becoming the pearl of public transport in the Abbasiya quarter—and I was among the first to grow to hate it. At the start, I was attracted by its green and white color, by its decorated walls and its huge, plush seats. I sat upright marveling at its beauty, saying to myself this is a gorgeous museum, not a tram. But I noticed over time that the behavior of its passengers was far below the standard set by its elegance.
Truly I witnessed outrageous things. Once I saw a foreign boy pounce upon a little girl, wanting to devour her, but I thrust myself between them, reminding him that she was only a child. Before he could start fighting with me, a beautiful woman of middle age climbed aboard, as he shouted out, “I love you!” She told him that she had just returned from Europe where she had attended the party for the release of her autobiography.
She showed us a copy. On the cover was a picture of a totally naked woman!
Dream 59
H is great height was amazing—and so was his behavior. He was as tall as the minaret at our local mosque. As for his actions, he would block the path of anyone he chose among the people of our quarter, angling down from his lofty altitude until he stood face
The argument pierced the walls and became the talk of all the neighbors.
Some said it was a spurious love between an old woman and a young man the same age as her children, who was greedy for the money she’d inherited from her late husband. Others declared that a person must accept whatever they get from life—and especially, from love—even if the price be high. The affair seemed a disaster to the woman in the eyes of her five sons. They wound up murdering their wayward mother and going to the dock for it—accused of planning the crime and carrying it out together. In the investigation, arguments raged whose recurrent themes were motherhood and filial piety, honor and dignity, reputation, and respect for traditions.
I still can recall their faces and their words. Just as I remember the deceased woman when she defied the years and the wagging tongues to go her own way—so dazzlingly, seductively dressed and perfumed.
Dream 56
I left the great house in which we had waited—each man alone, not knowing the others—and felt something like security after unease.
Yet the sense of relief didn’t last long, for soon I imagined that others were following me. I glanced behind me and saw in the distance a group coming after me, gesturing with their hands in the breeze.
I quickened my pace until I broke into a run. On the road I spied the house to which I’d been invited, and instantly hurried toward it. I found the people there as if they were returning from abroad, organizing their things and dusting them off. None of them seemed surprised at my appearance among them. They stared at my face with such affection in their expressions, in their talk, and in their smiles, it was as though I’d just come back with them from their travels.
For that moment, at least, I forgot about the people creeping up behind me.
Dream 57
I walked around the fort twice—a citadel of stone whose windows were like tiny holes. From each window appeared a face that I not only knew, but adored. Some had been traveling a long while; others had departed our world at different times. I stared with passion and grief—and imagined that each one was begging from its depths for me to set them free. After looking hopelessly at the stone fort’s gate, I went to the authorities to ask for help.
I left them feeling satisfied, clutching a pole made of steel, and returned to the fort. I brandished the pole, and the faces peered out as I struck a mighty blow at the door, which split apart and collapsed. The faces vanished from the windows as shouts of joy and pleasure rose up, and I stopped, my heart beating hard—waiting to meet the dear ones with longing and desire.
Dream 58
F inally the new tram came to us, becoming the pearl of public transport in the Abbasiya quarter—and I was among the first to grow to hate it. At the start, I was attracted by its green and white color, by its decorated walls and its huge, plush seats. I sat upright marveling at its beauty, saying to myself this is a gorgeous museum, not a tram. But I noticed over time that the behavior of its passengers was far below the standard set by its elegance.
Truly I witnessed outrageous things. Once I saw a foreign boy pounce upon a little girl, wanting to devour her, but I thrust myself between them, reminding him that she was only a child. Before he could start fighting with me, a beautiful woman of middle age climbed aboard, as he shouted out, “I love you!” She told him that she had just returned from Europe where she had attended the party for the release of her autobiography.
She showed us a copy. On the cover was a picture of a totally naked woman!
Dream 59
H is great height was amazing—and so was his behavior. He was as tall as the minaret at our local mosque. As for his actions, he would block the path of anyone he chose among the people of our quarter, angling down from his lofty altitude until he stood face
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