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Poems translated into Arabic by M.T. Al-Mansouri,Ph.D. ترجمة د. محمد توفيق المنصوري


حكم اللا مؤمن أو أغنية الشمال

حيوانات غريبة في منحدرات أستراليا
تتنفس في الظلام
عبور الجنوبي للسماء هو مِرآه
لشدة احتراق العيون
لكنني لا أستطيع
أعادة حب أي شخص في أستراليا
ولا أستطيع كذلك أن أشعر
بالسلام أو الانتماء بوجود النار
لقد أحرقتُ قدميّ
على سرائر الفحم الأحمر في أستراليا
دُفع المصلون إلى جنة صماء وبكماء
من خلال العض القاسي للسنين
بينما المؤمن يتجوّل بهدوء
بسبب الحرارة ذاهبا لمصدر الخلاص
لكي يتقاسم في قلب النيران
التنفس الرديء لظلام البهائم.

كلمة

أريد كلمة، كلمة جديدة تقول لي كيف الأشياء تدور في الفضاء. كل شيء متروك لك .
كيف النور سطع من ولادة النجوم وأنطلق عبر كل الفضاء ليتوهج فوق الأشكال الموجودة لديك اليوم.
كلمة ذات لحن خاص بها، جديدة وغريبة ولم تسمع بعد نغماتها، مجرة ملفوفة حول حافة البلورة.
أريد كلمة جديدة لم تنزلق عقدها بعد.
كلمة شَعَرَت برقص النسيم عبر الدوارات الفضية.
كلمة غير معروفة بالأمس القريب.
كلمة لم تُسرق بعد.
لا جدال فيها ولا عموميات أو حتى تشير لاستخدامات أخرى.
كلمة لم توجد بعد.
أعلم كم فترة تأخذ الكلمة لتنمو وتكبر.
ولكني لا أستطيع المساعدة بل أريد تلك الكلمة.
ومن قلب راغب لعمل أجمل شيء لذلك الرجل المشتاق، ويغني الكلمات التي أمتلكها عنك : اليزابيث وماري والصمت.

هذا العزاء

تمرنت على إظهار أسناني.
تجاهلت فرك الفرشاة داخل فمي.
شعرات من لحيتي وقفت كالجنود في ساحة القتال التي هي وجهي.
أسقطتهم.
وضعت الاستراتيجيات لهزيمة اليوم حتى أُخضعه لي.
بإمكان الحب أن يكون منافسآ عنيدآ.
كان هناك رجال، حسنآ على أقل تقدير شخص واحد.
اعتقدت أن ليس لهم أمل.
ولكنهم قرأوا عنصر المفاجأة لكارل فون كلاوزفيتس.
كانت إلى صفهم هذه المرة.
كأن عليهم أن يقرأوا سون تسو، كان يجب أن يتركوا خط الهروب.
كان يجب عليهم أن لا يحاصروا العدو البائس .
حاربت بكل سلاح.
بكل لهثة نفس.
على كل حال ماذا بقي لتخسره؟
كسرات ملتوية لقلب هرم.
لا شيء حقيقي.
الأسوأ أن لا احد في الخطأ.
وبالتأكيد ليس خطأ الضحايا الذين سقطوا وليس خطأها كذلك بل خطأي أنا لأني لم أر الحقيقة.
يتهاطلون من امام منصة المسرح كجيش مكون من ألف رجل في يوم من أيام أيار يوم الجيش.
الألوان ليست مختفية ولكنها ببساطة لم ترفع عاليآ، وهو الشيء نفسه.
وهذا ما يكاد يقتلني، وهو كالكذبة.
دع هذا المذنب الزائف يمر،
وتأكد أن عصب عينيك محكما،
صف أثناء ذلك رجالاً مسلحين بآليات الكلاشينكوف، اثنتان إحداهما فارغة
والأخرى محشوة ومجهزة. سدد واطلق.
الرصاصات تحس قبل ما تسمع.
الرجل الميت لا ينزف.
قلب مكسور.
يضخ لا شيء.


Rod Pederson رود بيديرسون :

من شعراء العاصمة الفيدرالية لكندا. أب لبنتين رائعتين وجد لخمس أحفاد فوق العادة. ومخلص لشريكة حياته الفريدة السيدة اليزابيث. رود بيديرسون مقل في كتابة الشعر لإيمانه بكل ما قل ودل


Sentence of the Faithless, or Song from the North

Strange animals breathe in the darkness down in Australia
The southern crossed sky is a mirror for deep smouldering eyes
But I can't recall having loved anyone in Australia
And I can't feel at peace or at home in the presence of fire
I'd have burned my soles on the beds of red coals in Australia
Pushing prayers to a deaf and dumb heaven through hard biting teeth
While the faithful strolled cool through the heat to the source of salvation
To share at the heart of the flames the coarse breath of dark beasts.

A Word

I want a word. A new word
To tell how everything wraps
Around the space everything leaves for you
How light shot from the birthing of stars
Has raced across all space to glow upon the shapes you take today
A word with music of its own
New and strange, an unheard chord
A galaxy curling across a crystal rim
I want a new word
On that has not slipped its bonds
And felt the cool air dance
Across its silvered rounds
A word unknown just yesterday
A word unrubbed, unquestioned
No common or denoted usage
Untangle in any other man’s tale
It can’t exist today. I know
How long it takes a word to grow up and yet
I cannot help but want that word
And from this wanting heart to do
The best this yearning man can do
And sing the words I have of you
Elizabeth
And Mary
And silence.

This Mourning

I practised baring my teeth
ignored the toothbrush scrape across my mouth
Whiskers stood across my battlefield face. I mowed them down
laid strategies for beating the day into submission
Love can be a fierce combatant
There had been men. (Well, at least one)
I’d thought they had no chance
But they’d read von Clausewitz on the element of surprise
It was on their side this time
They should have read Sun Tzu, should have left a line of escape
should not have surrounded a desperate foe
I fought with every weapon, every gasping breath
After all, what was left to lose?
A few twisted shards of an aging heart?
Nothing really
The worst, no one at fault, certainly not my falling victims
nor her, just me for not seeing a truth
pouring past the podium like a thousand man May Day army
colours not concealed, simply not raised high
which is the same thing
and here’s what’s trying to kill me -
the same thing as a lie
So march the guilty bastard in
Make sure his favourite blindfold’s tight
Line up a dozen men, Kalashnikovs, two with blanks
cocked and loaded. Aim and fire
Bullets are felt before they’re heard
A dead man doesn’t bleed
A broken heart
pumps
nothing.

Rod Pederson is an Ottawa poet. He is the father of two magnificent daughters, grandfather to five extra-ordinary grandchildren and devoted partner of the incomparable Elizabeth. Rod tries not to write too many poems, believing that fewer is almost always closer to just the right number.

rob McLennan

استراتيجية

,لا يتعين القيام به
شرق مقاطعة أونتاريو حالة ذهنية
يموتون ببطء
أعذّب نفسي في الوسط الغربي
شقراء عفوية مذهلة تحتل الصدارة
الخريف يرنو للتفاعل مع عناصر الربيع والسلالات
قادرأ على توليد المعاني في النموذج الأصلي،
الطابع الصيني غير موجود في الصحف
ولم يكن متوقعا، لكنه غير ممنوح من
. القلب صاحب المساحة الفسيحة الأرجاء

المحبوس

على نحو زهيد، هذه طريقة يتم بها تطوير ونشر كل التقاليد الموروثة
أنا لست بطلة، والمواهب والموضة تبعد عني مسافة طويلة
الاستنشاق من أنبوب أبيض أصم
.الريح شيء ثانوي

التكوين

المذياع من أنجع وسائل الاتصال لتقريب كل ناء ومتغير وجديد فمنه أتعلم وأعرف كل أشيائي
صندوق البريد الأحمر الموجود خارج حانة الموت
والذي لم يستخدم بعد
هذا مفتاح لوصف كل التعسفات ألمؤثرة
الملل هو الروعة بحد ذاتها بل أكثر منها
.لن أسجل خيالي

بعد غروب الشمس

القمر المتعذر ينهض ليحل محل الشمس المستحيلة
هل هذه كلماتك المستمرة أم كلماتي أنا
مكعبات الثلج تطلق حرارة كتلك التي تذوب في الكأس
أنا خارطة زائفة الرغبة
.فكيف للظلال أن تتجمع وتتوحد

خط السياج

الكتلة التي تمسك السور
تلميحات رقيقة تحرضنا على البناء والتهيكل
أنا في نهاية الموضوع
ما بين النهر وانعكاس الزجاج
أرغب في الإطراق والانكباب بجد... لمطالب الكتابة
أرغب في معرفة قدراتي القلبية.. سعة صدري
كطائر العنقاء
.ذي الموهبة الشعرية المستحسنة

سيمفونية

التكرار هو ثبات للإحساس والمواظبة
أحبس يديك لتناول المربي أو الجيلاتين من الآلة البائعة
...للخطيئتين
...لا تقلق
...لا تضطرب
العدالة تدور كعجلات السيارة
أحتاجها
!.أخبرتهم ماذا أحب ولماذا

استطراد

كل الأشياء بعيدة نوعا ما لتقريب العالم كما هو عليه
عندما أرغب أو أحاول غزله أو التشابك فيه
ثلاثة كلاب تقرر
معاندة الطيور
نسي مهرجان الكتاب
لم أقابل أطفالها بعد
لمسة المشاعر متغيرة الأماكن
.الكتابة ترشد فقط للكتابة

حتمية النهاية

اليوم ... يود الطبيب معرفة النتيجة
التي كانت في الحلم
مكالمة من اورلاندو، فيما أنت يانعآ ما زلت
ما زلت أحلم بالعيش المنفرد
أذا كان بمقدوري ولو لمرة واحدة أن أعرف كلماتي الأنيقة الملأى
سميتها الأنسة، القنبلة النووية
سميتها الشقراء، المرأة المغرية
الإيقونة المتواضعة لمزيد من الخيال
.أعتقد أن الغناء لا بد أن يكون في الأقبية الجميلة

:الشاعر في سطور

روب ماكلينن

Rob McLennan
ولد في العاصمة الفيدرالية لدولة كندا - أوتاوا ويعيش فيها كذلك. صدرت له العديد من المؤلفات منها:

ضال
An Errant
وموسيقي الصباح
Aubade
ومشروع مدينة أوتاوا
The Ottaw City Project
وموجز الكلمات
Compact of Words,
كما له مجموعة من المقالات الأدبية، ويقوم بتحرير شعر أوتاوا في عدة مواقع الكترونية على الانترنيت بعضها مع زميله ستيفن بروكويل
Stephen Brockwell .


Strategy

to be undone; an eastern Ontario state of mind
dying slowly; I am killing myself midwestern
blonde bombshell in the fore
Autumn thoughts react to spring elements & dynasties
in the original, a Chinese character does not exist
in newspapers expected but not given
in the heart of an empty field

Caged

small, for this is the way we expand all inherited traditions
I am neither heroic nor fashionable
inhaling from a hard white tube
the wind is not a detail

Composition

radio where I learn my everything
the red mailbox outside the dead pub no longer in use
this is the key to describing all arbitrary affect
the boredom is fascinating; overdone
I will not register my imagination

After sunset

the impossible moon rises to replace the impossible sun
if these words were always yours or mine
the ice cube releases heat as it melts in the glass
I am a false map of desire
how can it be that the shadows are gathered

Fence line

the block that holds the park, thin hints to instigate construction
I am at the end of subject matter
between the river & the glass reflects
Id like to address the demands of writing
Id like to address lung capacity
like a phoenix her poetics greet

Symphony

the repetition is a constant vigil
hold your hands to take the jellybeans from the vending machine
two wrongs don’t make alight
it don’t matter what you did
justice spins like car wheels overturned
I needed
I told them what I loved & why

Discursive

it is all too far to bring the world out as it is
when am I going to make the fray?
three dogs decide
the unruliest of birds
the writers festival forgets
her children I have never met
a tactile displacement
writing leads writing to only

An eventual screenplay

today the doctor wants to know the score
it was in the dream
a call from Orlando while you’re still young
I keep dreaming of living alone
if I knew my words once filled & fashioned
I call her miss atom bomb; I call her blonde bombshell
a humble icon of further imagination
I think singing must be in beautiful cellars


Rob McLennan was born in Ottawa, currently lives in Ottawa. The author of over a dozen poetry collections including name , an errant (England: Stride, 2006), aubade (Canada: Broken Jaw Press, 2006), The Ottawa City Project (Canada: Chaudière Books, 2007) and a compact of words (Ireland, Salmon Publishing, 2007), he has edited a number of anthologies and other collections, and currently edits the online Ottawa poetry pdf annual ottawater (www.ottawater.com), the online critical journal Poetics.ca (with Stephen Brockwell, www.poetics.ca), and posts regularly on his clever blog: www.robmclennan.blogspot.com. A collection of his literary essays is due in fall 2007 with Canadian publisher ECW Press.

INTRODUCTION: Finally, when you read the Murder Empire you will see many embarrassing things. This story explains how dead people occur in our daily life activities, and share with us the business, privileges, and competition of the ministries and the courts. Moreover, these dead people are participating in the democratic process and representation, and also have the burden of accountability.

The Quatrains of Rooster and the Empires : Part 4. The Rooster and Murders' Empire

There is an empire called the Empire of Death, Killing and Murder. In this empire, people are governed through the administration of illegal drugs in order to suppress their feelings of responsibility in regards to the human being, and to work aggressively against each other without mercy. Moreover, they do their fitness, business, building and other constructions at the cemetery, where "dead people" vote, elect and earn their salary and other remuneration. They share with the live people local and international aid.

One day in this empire, a woman of a disciplinary and morality system called Nooria McOwais, was killed by the regime of this Empire. After killing her, they announced her death as either a suicide or murder by relatives. Their aim was not only for inhumane activities towards this family but also to incite the family relatives to kill each other.

When her husband and son knew the evidence, they fought strongly to find the truth about the unique and secret murder of the wife and mother. This task was intricate due to multi-companies of death and murder, their parasitism on dead people as well as on living, and their ability to carry the responsibility in order to cover the truth and to work on the rule of " murders help to murderers".

Yet these obstacles did not stop the roosters to achieve their goals. Therefore, they spent a lot of money, time and effort to discover the true murderers and organizers in order to punish them by the law of humans. Moreover, they believed that the discovery of the truth needs adventure.

The first adventure was with the company called The Fox Company of Death and Murder. The roosters accessed the company and it appears aggressive and has a readymade programme to marry with the younger rooster, take money and when they listened for the incidents they changed the sequence order of the rooster's mother's murderers. Their offer was a cozenage, so the rooster rejected their plan and decided to access the second company of death and murder called Cobra.

The Cobra Company of Death and Murder offered a financial bribe, shot-gun married and they took the responsibility of the rooster's mother's murderers, and it was a delusion, so their plan was rejected by the rooster and he preferred to ask another company, which is called the Spider.
Later on, the rooster accessed the Spider Company of Death and Murder and they presented money, demonologically married and replaced another mother and wife for the roosters. The roosters knew their illusionary plan and objected to it and favored another adventure.

Another adventure was with the Minorities and Majorities of the forest. It took much of the money, lot of effort, and all of them took the blame for the killing the mother's rooster on them.

Finally, the rooster associated and lined up with the Lion Company and together they found the secret of killing the mother and the wife of the roosters, and knew that her death was a cause for several national and international effects to enlighten the World of the Forest.

At the end, the death of the roosters' mother and the wife was recognized by the Enlighten World and by the Standby Lion as martyrdoms of renovation to the forest, and her family and relatives will govern it.

INTRODUCTION: The Empire of Nationalizing Wealth and Rights explains and interprets the nationalization of civil rights as well as that of material wealth. The process of nationalization began by the colonization of Palestine, Suez Canal and the port of Aden.

This process does not grant public and private freedoms, however, the nationalization continues to the present day. This process is an international cooperation in the committing crimes and the censoring the crimes of other countries. We see the circumstances as one image despite the fact that there are many different characteristics in the Port of Aden, Dubai or Saudi Arabia and Sana’a and so on.

Part Three: The Rooster and the Nationalizing Empire of Wealth and Rights

Years after the collapse of the Evil Empire, the power of darkness that is represented by hyenas, rodents, reptiles, foxes, bats, crows and spiders along with their shadows, spectrums and mosaics decided to continue the nationalization of the wealth and the rights of the roosters. So the rooster leader assembled his power and entered into the company of them in order to face them, cancel their laws in the local area and in other parts of the World, and to provide a new system accepted by the Lord and the World.

The first battle was with hyenas, rodents, and reptiles since they used the humbug, depredation, hoodlum, mendacity, corruption and filibuster to stop the rooster from opening this case. Even though they caused a lot of damage, the rooster won the first battle of the war due to his incredible power.

The second battle was with foxes and bats who used the delusion, wickedness and retaliation, all kinds of malefactions and malevolencies. The rooster won and earned more experiences for further.

The third battle was with the crows , sheep and spiders who used the power of demons, chases, telepathies and mercenaries of the World, but the rooster faced them by using the royal and great powers and the rooster won the battle.

Years later the Empire of Nationalizing the Wealth and Rights assembled all of their powers in local and international areas and conspired to damage the Rooster Empire and to kill the rooster leader. The rooster unified with the tiger and won the war.

The victory of the roosters and tigers allowed the World to live peacefully and it became more beautiful and amazing. They fought for the true free zones and canceling the laws of nationalizations the wealth and the rights.

INTRODUCTION: The Empire of the Animated and Replicated of the Cows tells us about the agencies of intelligence and their agents whose responsibility is to extend and spread the system and civilization. These agents also work with negative sides to harm and damage the people and environment, and their aims are only to realize their own interests. These agents are also involved in crimes.The cow represents a spectrum of many things e.g., Islamic, Jewish, Hindu, British; laughing and mad; as well as the systems in both good and bad attitudes and beliefs.

Part two. The Empire of the Animated and Replicated of the Cows

One Winter's day of Ottawa the Replicated and Animated Empire of Cows groups with hypocritical companies associated, and decided to attack the Rooster's Empire. The rooster leader assimilated their plans, tactics and strategies, and knew that there were confrontations and conflicts among them due to their variety of goals, beliefs, attitudes and mythologies.

The first plan was the establishment overseas of a new state for the Empire of Rooster, Cows and Hypocriticals. Even though they bargained the rooster for a head of the Kingdom, and gave him a financial bribe. He disagreed with them and faced up their plans, conspiracies, and he accepted only their plan as support help for them, their minorities or majorities. By that the rooster won the battle.

Additionally, the rooster leader and his empire never trusted the hypocriticals owing to their distrust for national and international laws of the Forest. The Rooster's Empire directed the battle to eliminate the violence, terrorism, illegal drugs and their distribution, discrimination and crimes.

Several months later the Empire of cows and hypocriticals used another camouflage and started aggressively attacking the Rooster's Empire by using usual and unusual powers of evils and devils such as magic, cozenage, delusion, depredation, hoodlum, trial, murder, retaliation, mendacity, humbug, filibuster, demonology, bed's death an shot-gun.

In spite of that, the Rooster Empire won the battle. As a result of Rooster's Empire victory, the Empire of Cows considered the Rooster's Empire strength and decided to separate from the companies of hypocrticals and started fighting together with the Rooster Empire against the modern bondage, poverty, and supporting the concept of the environment, beautification and morality. Lastly the Rooster's and Cow's Empire faced the hypocriticals and other enemies such as the Rodents' and Reptiles Empires.

In the final battle the hypocriticals used vulgarity and reviled speech, and they tried to break the system of the universe by using the Biological War Fare. But they failed, and all of their empire's members and friends were caught and delivered away from the Roosters' and Cows' Empire.
At the end the Roosters' and Cows' Empires declared the New Supported Imaginary Kingdom of Rooster and Hoopoe for the hypocrticals, after they had been many years cursed, misguided and lost in the World of their conspiracy.

In conclusions, The Union of Roosters and Cows created a New Trends of Press, and Arts to enlighten the World of the Forest, and started singing melodiously saying " caution the World has to be careful of the hypocriticals, their plans and integrations. Let us live with love, solidarity and peace. Let us live without gesture, fabrication and transferring the illness. Let us live freely and equally. Let us fertilize the planets not demolish them. Let us live with love, solidarity and peace".

INTRODUCTION: The Rooster and the Empires, the quatrains of short stories, where the cloned rooster represents the truth, prophet, the Lord and morality, and the mouse symbolizes the corruptions, prostitutions, cunning, mockery, conspiracy, vices and the intelligence services.

The Empire of the Animated and Replicated of the Cows tells us about the agencies of intelligence and their agents whose responsibility is to extend and spread the system and civilization. These agents also work with negative sides to harm and damage the people and environment, and their aims are only to realize their own interests. These agents are also involved in crimes.
The cow represents a spectrum of many things e.g., Islamic, Jewish, Hindu, British; laughing and mad; as well as the systems in both good and bad attitudes and beliefs.

The Empire of Nationalizing Rights and Wealth clarifies and identifies the types of nationalizations through the ages by wealth, civil rights, or combinations of both. The nationalization of the rights and wealth is implemented by the Islamic, capitalist, socialist systems of the Third World or combinations of alls.

Both the quatrains of M.T. Al-Mansouri and the Empires are real stories, not merely inherited from the author’s ancestors. However, the author has lived the circumstances of these stories and has fought against the forces of the evil to devastate their empire.

The universal methaphors, as well as the analogical expressions, were used to describe the circles and mosaics of the International Secret Intelligence Service. On one hand, the author used his experiences his skills and his delving in the secret and dangerous channels. On the other hand, he used his scientific brain and education to analyze the forces of the evils. This is why some Canadians and Americans writers or specialists categorize the stories of M.T. Al-Mansouri Ph.D., as a science fictional.

The Empire of Nationalizing Wealth and Rights explains and interprets the nationalization of civil rights as well as that of material wealth. The process of nationalization began by the colonization of Palestine, Suez Canal and the port of Aden.

This process does not grant public and private freedoms, however, the nationalization continues to the present day. This process is an international cooperation in the committing crimes and the censoring the crimes of other countries. We see the circumstances as one image despite the fact that there are many different characteristics in the Port of Aden, Dubai or Saudi Arabia and Sana’a and so on.

Finally, when you read the Murder Empire you will see many embarrassing things. This story explains how dead people occur in our daily life activities, and share with us the business, privileges, and competition of the ministries and the courts. Moreover, these dead people are participating in the democratic process and representation, and also have the burden of accountability.

Part one: The Cloned Rooster and Rodents' Empire

One Spring's day in Ottawa the diplomatic lines represented by the Empire of rodents, Reptiles, Insects and Inhuman Hands decided to attack the rooster's Empire in order to capture them and to clone their spirit or direct them for their own goals or complicity to their crimes.

The Roosters representative was redeemed for the human laws and rules and ready to further challenges, so the human angel rooster cloned the rooster bird, which was brought by him from the farm into a rooster angel.

After arriving from the rural area to Ottawa city the rooster bird was saved in the sack, then the rooster human prepared nice, beautiful and comfortable container for him, and learned many things by the trial and error.

After that he called the messenger of the rodents to come and take the rooster bird to the representative of the Empire of Evil to examine him, his humanity and to make his family members happy by cloning the sprit of the rooster angels to their soul and spirit, yet the representative of their Empire became angry and threw the rooster bird and the gifts into the street.

Then his messenger took the rooster bird to his house trying to kill him and to eat his meat, but he was worried about being punished by the law of the King of the Forest. Hence, he decided to keep him several days in his house.

After that the Empire of Rodents' used the family ties of the rooster human to transfer their ideas of killing and murder the families by themselves and by the others.
After preparing the rooster bird to be a member of the garden zoo, the rooster bird got his rights to life though not freely as in the farm. Then the fights around the roosters were started strongly by using all the national and international seen and non-seen social powers.

The teachers gave a lot of lectures and anecdotes to support the rooster ideas and ideology, and the rooster struggled to define his ideas and human being ideology of morality, and also objected to their inhuman plans and purposes and started caroling loudly and enthusiastically " We are the roosters, we are the Roosters' Empire, and we guide you and do not hurt you. We are the roosters, we are the Roosters' Empire, and we guide you and do not hurt you. We are the angels and have a nice and beautiful bill, feature and voice. And you are the rodents with ugly and naked long tail and also with injured teeth and small rounded ears. We have our ideology and consciousness, and you have another ideology and consciousness".

After that the members of the zoo sang on the tongue of the rooster's representative " The Rat and what do you know about the rat? The ratty uncle bites you in the night and hurts you in the morning".

In conclusions, the Rooster human became cloned into a camel, a great patient man and a prophet, and the rooster birds and humane are still in the garden, farms and the battles with the others and with themselves, and waking up the flock in the cockcrow saying " Cook-a-doodle-doo, Cook-a-doodle-doo, Cook-a-doodle-doo ".

During my returning from the banks of the Nile, the bees, ants, fleas and the humans talked about the rooster, who escaped from the barn to the castle saying " He touched the princess's waist, kissed her and grabbed her shoulder and hair.

After that he whispered to her about the ten commandments and what the era did to them, and that the rooster he called the residents of the castle and the people at the cemetery to wake up and worship the God truly in secret and in open", and they repeated after him " Openly openly against the tyranny and oppression, openly openly we can take more, openly openly no to poverty".

It was before noon when, the rooster started the march against the vice, so the people could enjoy the food and peace, then virtue and good settled upon them.

When the sun set, the hens started picking and the foxes started scratching the body and the soul of the rooster. Then the rooster came out proclaiming the torture of the day before going to the grave, and the day after.

The voices rose up saying " Openly openly against tyranny and oppression, no to the slavery of the past and the present".

Yes for the future, yes for green fields, which we eat from their florescences and trees the fruits, breads and dates, yes for rivers and dams, which we drink from to satisfy our thirst and love forever. "Down with poverty, tyranny and oppression".

Then, I could not ratify, hence; I went to the river and on its bank I stood in contemplation about the universe. However; The Nile's Mermaid confused me and sent me into a coma on the banks of the river. She put me into the dilemma of poverty, and then she cut me into small pieces. She novelized for me the story of people overworked with an axe. That gave me a headache. She promised me a mythical journey on a bird covered with silk and braids. That made me dance with happiness and sing. The Mermaid then extracted my soul and put it back.

Oh Nile, I have friends and companions of poetry and science. Oh Nile, I am fond of your breeze and your surroundings. Even the birds become jealous and frighten me with their dances.

Oh Nile, with your water and purity will the soul and blood that shakes my feelings and being.

Oh Nile, in your shadows sleep thousands of tribes and from your fresh air, they smell the perfume and wear the silk and wool. Oh Nile, you are loyal, generous and good, which the poor look for to survive from the hunger and warm climate. Oh Nile, give us more from your blooming and braids.

الرجل والكلب

تساءل حراس السجن عن سبب إقْحام كلب مع معتقل في زنزانة واحدة وعلموا بعد فضول عنيد أن الكلب لم يقبل بفراق صديقه الذي انهار على أرض قاعة المحكمة بعد سماعه قرار الإدانة بالسجن مَدَى الحياة مع الأشغال الشاقة.

عندما كان الحراس يدفعون بأرجلهم صحن الغداء وكسرة الخبز من تحت الباب للمُعْتَقَلَيْن، كانوا يحتفظون بعيونهم على شقة باب الزنزانة لمتابعة تَفاعُل الصديقين حول الصحن عن كثب.

في البداية، كان الرجل يأكل الخبز مغموسا في المرق ويترك العظم للكلب.

مع الأيام، عند بدء تقديم لحم الجاموس المملح للمعتقلين، صار الرجل يأكل اللحم ويترك العظم للكلب.

وعندما بدأت الإدارة تسمح بدخول الدجاج لمطبخ السجن، كان الرجل يأكل لحم الدجاج ويترك العظام للكلب.

وعندما هيأ مطبخ السجن الكفتة للأسرى، بمناسبة قدوم وفد أجنبي عن إحدى المنظمات الحقوقية الدولية؛ أكل الرجل الكفتة كلها ولم يترك شيئا للكلب الذي لم يصدق عينيه،

والذي صمت طويلا وهو يحدق في عيني صديقه،

والذي بدأ يئن ويتوجع،

والذي تملكه نباح مسعور،

والذي انقض على صديقه فََأَكَلَه.

EL HOMBRE Y EL PERRO

Por Mohamed Saïd Raïhani

Traducción del árabe: Hassan Ziani

Los guardias de la cárcel se preguntaban por el motivo de la implicación de un perro con un detenido en una sola celda. Se dieron cuenta después de que el perro no había querido separarse de su dueño, que se desmayó en el tribunal al oír la sentencia de cadena perpetua y condena a trabajos forzados. 

Mientras los guardias repartían el plato de comida y un trozo de pan debajo de las puertas de los prisioneros, observaban la puerta de la celda para ver la reacción del hombre y el perro al recibir la comida. 
Al principio, el hombre comía el pan mojado en la salsa y dejaba los huesos al perro. 

Con el paso de los días, al repartir carne de búfalo salado a los prisioneros, el hombre pasó a comer carne y a dejar los huesos al perro. 
Cuando la administración permitió el reparto de carne de pollo al restaurante de la cárcel, el hombre comía el pollo y dejaba los huesos al perro. 

Cuando el restaurante preparó a los prisioneros carne picada, con motivo de la llegada de una delegación extranjera de una organización de Derechos Internacionales, el hombre comió toda la carne picada y no dejó nada para el perro que no dio crédito a lo que estaba viendo, 

Y que se quedó callado un largo rato mirando a los ojos de su amigo, 

Y que se quedó esperando con dolor en las tripas, 

Y que le vino un ladrido enfurecido, 

Y que se tiró encima de su amigo.

Y que se lo comió. 

After a long time of visiting the stable house, I decided to visit our father Habib in his monastery, which is his home and resting place.

I found him praying and counting his beads while looking at the sky and reciting, " I am your beloved father. I eat dates, cucumbers and raisins. I will tell you the story of Joseph, his brothers and the wolf.''

The people listened to him as he said: When my eyesight was strong like iron, I had a brother named Wadee, who used to kill the snakes and sing like a nightingale. He used to feel sad when he returned home at night because his neighbour's children cried from hunger and the lack of milk. So he decided to migrate. He traveled, worshiped and started to send money and medicine back home".

Then, our beloved father started singing " Oh night! how long will you last in our villages, cities and fields? I see the stars above Jerusalem's sky. There, next to the Aqsa, is the church of Virgin Mary and the Crying Wall. There are children as strong as iron. They got their strength from the power of the Lord. They believed that their rights are stronger than iron. Let the occupier understand the facts and stop his wars, which lasted years. The wars that made the heart bleed and uprooted the fig and olive trees even the ones belonging and loving to the prophets. When will the children sleep in safety and peace?"

The people said " Hallelujah" after our beloved father wished him long life. Then they invited him to a party where Wadee Alsafi, the owner of a pure and clear voice sang beautifully and melancholically," Oh neighbour, hang your key around the nail. Carry your stick and strike the ground before you fall down. " They repeated after him: " Rivers of honey not of onion." So the theatre curtains came down to hide a cockroach. The rat appeared alone on the stage and the key fell down from the nail.

At evening, I decided to go to the stable house of McGahsh and I safely entered in peace. I saw the secret agent sitting for some time and then stood up. There at the stable, all reports were written and all obstacles and hardship were planned.

The agent inhaled the smoke of his cigarette in his own way, kept the smoke for a while and exhaled with disfavour and disgust; exactly the same way as new generations are expelled from their Middle Eastern countries.

Then he proclaimed, in his own imagination, that he freed all Arabic countries from the east to the west. Then he cried out loud " Long live free Jerusalem Arabia".
After that, he felt tired, fatigued, and he rested listening to a musical record, which is neither made in Basra nor in Syrian Golan.

Then he slept beside his radio while the music was playing and his snoring kept annoying all the children and women of the World.

On the road to my home I saw our next master immam returning from the slaughterhouse, where he slaughtered sheep, camels and oxen. Then, in his grocery store he sold the goat meat to shake our bones and teeth.

Then he prayed saying: " Except of my Qahtani and Adnani being, oh of our identity and entity. I am mute just to protect my tongue.'' But sometimes I sang: " Long live my country with anguish and dedication.

Look in my incense burner, there is gum, spice and fragrances. I inherited this trade from my grandparents, who brought it from Iand and Sindh on their camels' backs."

That's what he sang with pride in the valley. The guide and others heard and repeated after him. Then they asked him: " When are you going to open your shop, our uncle and neighbour, Numan? When will we smell the incenses that make our heads spin , make us walk around at night like wretched slaves, and dance with our friends as well as make the sad ones happy and worship the merciful !"

But he did not answer. He gave him one recipe after another. He spoke to him about the benefits of eating bread and honey to remove the smell of the garlic and onion. Then he warned him about laziness. That's when the eclipse of the sun and the moon occurred.

Then, the customers came and made some promises that they did not keep. That's when the lightening struck but the rain did not come. Unfortunately, they borrowed money without acknowledgments, bombarded the area and ran away. They kneaded over their first knead, and then they disagreed with each other and diverted from the truth.

After that I decided to visit our minister in his home, and I saw him riding on his horse, which is made from iron and wood from the Island of Abu Lahab.Our leader wanders around the city streets and old alleys.

He adds to the earth more pollution , which leads to various abscesses. After which, he goes home to balance his soul, thought and body.

He also thinks about the creator, the universe and humanity while listening to the golden tunes of Alatrsh , Abdel Wahab and Abdul Halim Hafiz.

He becomes more humble when he watches an Arabian film of a belly dancer such as Carioca. Then he rejoices when remembering the events of the dramatic era, and he recites from his book " I am your new leader.


I am from Eidead tribes. I am the one who comes once a year wearing my jewellery and my new clothes. I cook the food and I pray over it using the name of the arrogant and tyrant criminal , and I add to it flavour to be appropriate for my new neighbour and to let him bring me veal, makbous and haneed.

He then eats the meal with his guests after whom he thanks his God saying " Grant me a princess with a slim waist, tanned and with legs like that of an ostrich and who owns camels and horses".

God answered his prayers by giving him children, money, an iron horse and a tiger. He liked what he got except the tiger.

He started to fight with it until he himself became a tiger. He complained and then asked God for his forgiveness. He chanted, " God is great" then started to think deeply.

Short stories: Worship
by Mohamed Tawfik Al-Mansouri
Shot stories: Science Fiction
Genre: Short stories
Format: Political and Religious Crimes
Sataire: Politics

Title: The Seven Wonders of the Modern Worships

Chapter 1. The House

In his house, religious ceremonies are conducted secretly and in an open and close manner in all directions. As for me, I was an innocent worshipper of God with sincere love and consciousness.

When I entered his house, the stocky sergeant imam mobilized all his magical powers and kicked me twice in the stomach and once in my testicles. I fell down to the ground in agony like two martyrs.

Then, he threatened me that he was going to close down two important ministries. I answered," Do not fear God, the creator of earth, sky, heaven and hell". He said, " We are only the criminals and torturers. We kill the happiness in the eyes of fathers and mothers".

I replied, " I want to see children play and be happy". He became arrogant and stabbed me twice. I screamed once and then again I tried to stand on my tired feet. I fell down with agony like Al-Hassan and Al-Hussein proclaiming the end of tyrants in a day or two. At night, he threatened to break my chest bones.

I told him that I favour spiritually expanding attitude (breast, heart, chest and mind), which implies perfecting the faculties of reasoning, feeling and understanding for receiving knowledge and making best use of it.

He recited from his scripture " We will break your chest bones, back bones, spit on you to humiliate you, and we will shake and compress you to obey us. If you obey us, you will reside the kingdom's valley, be a king and our dear friend. However, if you disobey us, you will be lost for a long time. That is my importance.

I give it to whom I wish and I take it away from whom I wish. I lower the noble and I raise the low and the sinner".

Then he got the order to sell his family, his conscience and his best friends as well as his partner, the son of the loyal and magnifique brother. Glory be to God in the mornings and in the evenings.

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وكل عام وانتم بخير