They
were three
She was sitting and watching the light drizzle which was pouring out smoothly
on the window of her room.
Everything disappeared ,she no longer saw the giant sycamore tree which
draws itself as a legend coming from the world of One Thousand and One Night,
she no longer heard the laughter of the children, no longer saw the confusion
in their small innocent eyes.
she lost all of her senses, they interfered with each other , she couldn't
know how to differentiate between this sense and that.
She turned her back on the gloomy window , and took off with scared eyes
and a quivered heart to the airport of the memories to land on the runway of
pain tinged with anticipation.
A whole year of death of the smile and absence of the familiarity.
For a whole year, she was still sitting in the same place, with the same
clothes, the same spirit and the same body, waiting and waiting. She was not
waiting for their return, but waiting for the day to catch her flight to join
them.
They left her with no word and no good-bye.
They were three. Yes , they were.
They were dressed in the white. And the crumbs of the musk roses
perfumed their small bodies, and spread
the perfume on who ever saw them and tried to race their footsteps.
They were three. Yes , they were.
They colored the flower of her
life, painted her beauty, her charm and her luster. They granted her the most
beautiful title which any woman dreamed of.
They were three. Yes , they were.
They fell into a deep sleep , they did not want anything from this cruel
world except comfort and tranquility.
They were three.
They just wanted to play with dolls and yellow sand which is scattered
on the borders of hope and patience .
They were surprised by treacherous winds which crushed their green
bodies. Their shreds flied everywhere and perfumed the places with a smell of
flower which did not bloom yet.
They named it in the news as "land mines" and she named it in
her heart as "human malice".
They said "they were just three children , two boys and a
girl", they were just numbers in their eyes, but for her, they were three
pieces of her liver walking on the ground.
Since they left , she lost touch with others, she is no longer a part of
them, she lives in an isthmus separated between her and everything by nothing.
She does not know if she is alive in a dead world or dead in an alive
world.
She does not know who she is , where she came from, and where she will
go to. She is just waiting, perhaps someone coming from afar carries news about
her loved ones who left her ship early.
The loved ones who left to play without boredom or fatigue, without
bothering the people who were angered by their loud laughter, without
complaining of the sounds of their feet and their dances in the night in the
arms of the wild.
She returned to look again through her tongue-tied window, the light
drizzle is still pouring out smoothly on the window of her room.
Everything disappeared , she no longer saw the giant sycamore tree which
draws itself as a legend coming from the world of One Thousand and One Night,
she no longer heard the laughter of the children, no longer saw the confusion
in their small innocent eyes.
she lost all of her senses, they interfered with each other , she couldn't
know how to differentiate between this sense and that.
