My friend Ali has told this tale ;
Tak ..tek ..tak ..tek ……the sound of clock came from a distance . It was a good rhythm for my aunt’s song …Lool ….lool lovely son lool ..lool …..She was singing for her baby At mid night a famous traditional song . The baby became so calm as soon as he listened to mother’s song , and slept peacefully in her warm lap. I was older than her baby . Although I was often resisting sleeping to enjoy her singing , but many times , I slept before her baby .
We have grown up together . Both , he and I joined Army and involved in the war One day he has been killed and I injured .I wish if I were killed instead of him .
This incident has happened from a long time .
My aunt always asks me to take her to his grave . she sits rigged before his grave . .She bemoans her son by her same old song . …lool lool lovely son lool lool… Her lamenting voice is better than all kinds of music of the worlds .Her voice is so truthful just like her tears . Then I melt away in sight of her tears. I try tirelessly to prevent her from lamenting him , but she indicates me by her finger to be quiet and calm whispering me “keep the son sleep peacefully “ and I obey her , but I am no longer asleep when she sing as I did before . although I wish to sleep peacefully beside her son.
Comments
Anele ……your comment graces my page. Really I miss your nice words on my posts . But be aware , I will publish many posts next month , just to get your comfortable comments on it.
Definitely , it would be better if Ali wished life instead.
Some people can look at things positively . they have a better appetite towards life and towards making their lives better .thank you dear Anele.
I think, you Know Ali quit well Hala .As might be expected , the post reflects one side of his real life .he involved in the war for eight years . he injured two times. And lost many of his dear friends. One of them was his cousin. These events have casted its shadow on him to the last breath. It is difficult to imagine an experiment unless you live it. this post has dropped subtle hints about Ali’s suffering.
Do not be surprised if the writer convey his happiness once , and his sadness once .the writing is a mirror of experience . releasing of inner feelings . Man writes when he is sad or happy he writes as long as requested.
Shakespeare’s character Macbeth has expressed his life’s vain, when he lost his wife .he realized as hopeless , his reign as a king is about to come to a close .
She should have died hereafter;
There would have been a time for such a word
Tomorrow, and tomorrow, and tomorrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time,
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life’s but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more: it is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing.
Soliloquy Translation:
“How the days stretched out – each one the same as the one before, and they would continue to do so, tediously, until the end of history. And every day we have lived has been the last day of some other fool’s life, each day a dot of candle-light showing him the way to his death-bed. Blow the short candle out: life was no more than a walking shadow – a poor actor – who goes through all the emotions in one hour on the stage and then bows out. It was a story told by an idiot, full of noise and passion, but meaningless”.
Hala ,you always have precious ,thoughtful comments .thank you my friend.
Nothing can be more sorrowful than a loss of a son , and why?? unreasonable reasons war and war
everywhere ....But dear wishing death is painful too .Is it peace after death ,who knows??
Life deserves to live and fight and be strong ,if it's not for ourselves ,but for those who need us and want us in their life .
Shakespeare wrote a great analysis in" Hamlet" : when Hamlet wished death but his mind stoped him and these words are written in English literature as Aquestion of life and death
To die :to sleep
and by sleep to say we end the heartache and the thousand natural shocks,
to die :to sleep and to sleep perhaps to dream
and what dreams may come
The dread of something after death
The undiscovered country from whose
no travellers returns
This make us bear those ills we have than
fly to others that we know not of?
Thank you Tawfeeq for this touching story and if my comment is long ,so it's because I don't want anyone to wish death ,only wish a peaceful better life .