زاهية
01/09/2008, 08:53 PM
Laments of my soul
I stood with the others to bid you farewell before you existed to the departure lounge. You were leaving the country that allowed us to meet. How the world paled into insignificance then, how I had forsaken it. I felt my pulse race with every call from the loud speaker announcing the arrival of an airplane or inviting travelers to proceed to the departure lounge. My grandmother held me tenderly to her heart, showering me with her warm consoling kisses, while you stood enveloped in your husband’s cautious embrace. I clung to your touch every now and again, hoping to replenish my reserve of contentedness before you leave, and before I return to my father’s house and his wife, away from your sweet tenderness, mother! I tried to paint a smile on my lips to distance the feelings burning my heart and my mind away from your thoughts. I looked into your eyes, they were bathed in tears. I was amazed at how torment could be blended with joy, and fear with patience! Leave your anguish at the airport; I will fight it alone, while I scoop the laments of my soul from my deprivation.
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قصة زاهية بنت البحر سورية
المترجمة الأسترالية الأستاذة منى هلال
I stood with the others to bid you farewell before you existed to the departure lounge. You were leaving the country that allowed us to meet. How the world paled into insignificance then, how I had forsaken it. I felt my pulse race with every call from the loud speaker announcing the arrival of an airplane or inviting travelers to proceed to the departure lounge. My grandmother held me tenderly to her heart, showering me with her warm consoling kisses, while you stood enveloped in your husband’s cautious embrace. I clung to your touch every now and again, hoping to replenish my reserve of contentedness before you leave, and before I return to my father’s house and his wife, away from your sweet tenderness, mother! I tried to paint a smile on my lips to distance the feelings burning my heart and my mind away from your thoughts. I looked into your eyes, they were bathed in tears. I was amazed at how torment could be blended with joy, and fear with patience! Leave your anguish at the airport; I will fight it alone, while I scoop the laments of my soul from my deprivation.
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قصة زاهية بنت البحر سورية
المترجمة الأسترالية الأستاذة منى هلال