ننفرد بترجمة متوالية قذائف لإبراهيم نوايا ترجمة المبدع أحمد بيضون

The Literator: Mohamed Ibrahim Nawaya

A Progression of Missiles:

The first missile:

A huge haystack basket hung at the rear edge of a carrot parking past the sidewalk you dwelt therein, it is thought from your part that it carried parsley ,perhaps, the fresh strawberry. It approached the man claimed to be the seller, who burst in raging sizzling eyes to reprimand you and addressed his Kalashinkov towards you, eventually you felt perplexed and panicked in a trial to illustrate the reason behind your approaching closely to him, you opened the sac beside him and abruptly surprised at seeing RPG arranged in an outstanding geometrical array of shape. Therefore, you had to apologized for your curious looks for fear of shooting your head in return with triggered fusillade gun bullets, there was no use then since you were pinned at your position motionless as you accustomed to resort to do so at time of panic. After that, you caught the eyeballs with both palms of hands and start tapping and rubbing with thumb, you plucked out the pupils out and initiated offering them for his interest to implore and express excuse of expression, as both eyes were specifically the real cause of your real fix and the drive for that tight spot against him, he embezzled a sharp look at you and rode in a flash at the same rocketing speed of his launcher to trigger at you, you leapt to the right and to the left in evasive eskew running away then crshed into the walls, then you entered the lonely buildings in sequence , at last, you found yourself back home at your tranquil housing and wife in the nearby making a lunch dish, and you recline at the mid of dazzling rice bowl – an RPG missile cooked.

The Second Missile:

You got out heading for the street in a try to go to work, however, you couldn’t find a pathway to come across, whereas the military troops vehicles queued in hordes adjacent to one another, forthcoming to get choked and strangulated out of congestion of the rallied public. You stood there in contemplation at that scene, the RPG rained in fusillade beholding you and alerting the soldiers about you, you blinked an eye and opened simultaneously , all vehicles became an entire one bulk with gigantic wheels as if they turned into a mighty giant robot, consequently, he caught one missile at one hand ,thereby he waved.

The third missile:

The missile aggravating sounds at your house in the nearby scaled up, subsequently you yelled at your wife to keep aloof from the windowpanes, farther behind the door , climb up the wall or to lie down flattened to the ground , then you threw yourself recline on her corporal stature to protect her, then whispered at her ears: “ why don’t we give birth to a missile tonight” – she replied: ‘a missile?’

The fourth missile:

You set off in pursuit of a relief resort as a hideout from the raining missiles, you dug down the corner lying in the angle between the earth and the wall, you tried to let your body penetrate and pelt through that crack you made it successfully. However, what if you encountered an ant accommodating therein before your visit and refuse your relief in refuge? You gathered your limbs that you were expecting soon to be separated and displaced each other. All of a sudden, you pulled yourself together in audacity to climb up the roof of your house, respectively, you lie down to the ground and keep watching in surveillance the flying missiles racing in adversary and mustleflex over you, you opened up your cellular phone carefully with courtesy and built up an Excel spreadsheet to sum up the statistical registry and precisely in meticulous separation – you discovered that they all of one kind.