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Night of Rain: By Hasan Silevani, Translated by
Huda M. Salih |
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- Is there any thing more beautiful than the
rain?
Combed your hair and rubbed your moustache. Left
your room locked the door and hung the keys on
the old board. You did not look at the mirror
you passed by in the parlor. You stepped down
the stairs. There was no need to open the door
since it was half open. "How gorgeous is the
smell of the land after the rain!" Buttoned up
the coat and put your hands in the pockets of
the only trousers you brought with you.
- Take the brown as well, you may need them.
- This is enough; I will not be delayed for
long.
You walked in the mud a few steps not more than
the fingers of your feet. You reached the
sidewalk ornamented with white and yellow
flagstones. After pondering over the huge mute
mountain, you had a deep breath of the rain air;
"How marvelous!"
The lights of the streets were smiling and the
rain drops were dancing around them. The market
place was silent…
You were pleased the drops that kissed your
hair. You continued walking up to the end of the
marketplace and crossed to the other side and
returned. A black car was coming along the
street.
You stopped by the small café.
- I want it light.
You sat down on the old chair after having a
glass of water out side. The piece of tent on
your head protected you from the rain you liked.
You stretched out your legs with comfort.
- Welcome.
- Welcome.
Before your fingers touched the little spoon,
the same black car stopped before you. You held
your cup and sipped some tea.
- You are fond of tea.
- And for you too darling..
- Drink your tea before it gets cold, and stop
your sweet words.
- So what? You can warm it for me again charming
lady.
- Oh what a love!
You smiled and raised your head. The man in the
car was gazing at you with a persistent rage.
You gave to the waiter 2oo fils and said
- Would you please get me another cup of tea?
- With pleasure.
You ignored him and did not turn toward him, but
he could no longer bear it. So he stepped out of
the car with agitation and headed toward you.
With a loud and furious tone, he said
- Whom are you laughing at?
The waiter put your tea on the three legged iron
table quietly. You turned it with the tea spoon.
He got out of patience
- Are you deaf? Do not you hear me?
You took the spoon out of the cup and put it on
the dish. Calmly, you said,
- Who gave you the right to ask me such a
question?
His eyes seemed as if they would come out of
their sockets. He pointed to you saying,
- You have been laughing at me.
With a clear frigidity, you told him,
- I… la…ugh at you?
- Yes… yes.
- Do I know you to laugh at you?
- Is there any one in this city who does not
recognize me?
- But I am not from this city.
When you told him so, his enthusiasm diminished.
He became doubtful about you. Then with a
servile tone, he said,
- Where are you from then?
Smiling to him, you said,
- You have no right to ask this question also,
have not you?
- …!!
You put your hands in your pockets and got your
cigarette packet out and lighted one. Then you
offered him one.
- I do not smoke this kind.
After a few moments of silence, he followed
saying,
- I hope that you are not annoyed.
Looking at his dark face, you burst out laughing
again and gave him no answer. You had another
cup of tea, but you had no change to give to the
owner.
- I owe you one dirham.
- Let me pay for the last cup.
- Thank you.
You raised yourself to leave… being close to the
corpses of the phones, you liked to hear your
children's voice; but you remembered you had no
money… you started to laugh again. Looking at
the cloudy dim sky, you smiled whole heartedly
to the cold air of the rain…
- The rain is really beautiful…!!
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