09 July, 2006

She wanted to die


Sitting there in the shadows, trembling hands, shaking voice, she was remembering when he was her best friend, couldn’t believe what they told her, they were brought up together, she was the moon, he was the sun, they played together bayt byoot or 3aroos o 3arees (a game where little kids imitate being a bride and a groom then as married couples), out there on the mountains of Jabal Al 7adeed (suburbs of Amman) that was exactly in the early 1980s, he wanted to give her all little wild flowers, but still he doesn’t remember its names, hand in hand they walked, in front of their family eyes, their parents thought they were still kids.

Her favorite flower was Hannoun or shaka'ek al-No'man (Anemones), he always told her he sees them on her cheeks, she blushed to make a bloody red Hannoun, they used both to build there house on the mountain using stones, lines of stones to form rooms, kitchen, and bath room, they built it differently every time they played their favorite game, once he was sitting in one of those imaginable rooms, built from lines of stones, no ceiling at all, they could see the blue sky, he was holding her hand, told her, and here we can play with our children, Mais will be our daughter, and Qais will be our son, she laughed, and nodded, she looked in his eyes, there was something magical, she liked his talking.

Hannoun only lives during spring, it always declared the beginning of happiness to both of them, they were always seen together, and they grew together, but when they grew up, they weren’t allowed to play together, her mother told her to be careful, and his father told him that he was grown up and should stop playing like kids, but he wanted to play with her, parents never knew what love meant to both of them, so they was looking at each other while they were going to school, every day at 7:00 am, she was always there before him, waiting for him, they walked together to school, their parents never knew, they were like in a dream, a beautiful one, and they didn’t want to wake up from it.

One day, after he arrived home, his father was waiting for him to tell him that they were to go abroad, his father go a job in one of the oil gulf states, with a excellent salary, he told his father to stop, his father told him that he should be happy, because he would go to a better school, and make new friends, he was thinking of her.

He talked to her, and told her that he couldn’t do anything, and she should wait for him, and that he would come back and would ask for her hand when he grows up, she believed him, and they promised each other they would love each other for ever, and they were in tears, farewell was very hard, there was no Hannoun.

Yesterday, she knew that he was to get married, and she was invited to his wedding party, she sobbed, her tears never stopped, she went to see Hannoun, she hugged them, and remembered the promise, she wanted to kill herself, but before she did, she saw a bending weak Hannoun flower trying to stand up from under on big rock, she smiled, then she walked away.

10 comments:

Betqa said...

She should call him up and ask him why he made her wait for nothing...
Beautifully written, by the way.

eyad said...

Elizabeta: thanks dear for your comment, but I think she didn't want to ask him, as he was lying to her,she knew that,you are the only one who leaves me comments :(
thank youuuuuuuu

Betqa said...

Don't feel bad about me being the only one commenting... quite a few of my posts have gone by comment-less...
And you're welcome

madas said...

I dont think he was lying to her :)thinking that he lied to her is too simple for something as complicated as love. He moved on, he fell in love again, he had no choice, he could not marry her, he could not meet his promises, he had to marry someone for her title, or her money or to save the family fdrom whatever reason... there are zillion of possibilities. Nicely written, keep writing i feel i will find your book in the bookshops very soon

hamede said...

Raheeb ya eyad.

eyad said...

Elizabeta: you boosted my morale,thanks a lot.
Madas:thank you,then will I find my stories in a book, ya rabb :)
Hamede:Thank you, wallah men zaman, ma shofnak ;)

I appreciat all those who visit my blog,its kind of you, you make my day.

Neverland said...

don't you just HATE such guys!

eyad said...

NeverLand:hating those guys is something, and they are always there is something else, yes sure I hate them,thanks for dropping by.

blackr0se said...

and you ask why ladies doesnt trust guys ? :)

eyad said...

blackr0se: heidi la2n hom ma bye3rafo keef ykoono heidyeen, ya3ni lazem yettla3o la barrah ;)