Done By: Majid Saleh
Translated By: Miss layan .A
Checked By: Miss Na’ya Refai
Earthquakes, an ominous low, angels of the sky declare about splitting of my soul!
Grunts for paratroops descending near to me, a bloody revolution looming, where thoughts retreat locking its doors; keeping me alone, looting acts roaming around those feelings ,where the my rib cage is sealing the windows, rationalizing the amount of rest consumed!
Crusading blood cells are ready, despite a rumor about an anticipated betrayal!
All my organs are locked fictitious motifs. I should stop all this..Where a severe difficulty to focus incarnate me like a spell! Foreign thoughts sneaking, having no control over, moving just confront me announcing emergency.
Nausea every now and then, odious smells surrounding me, through which I’m tangled with visions I saw once inside me, those which tie me well, but why?! Where am I to run?
Weights hanging from my feet, seeing but a line of dwarfs, with anti-like steps they bond my fingers and all my parts! Cars, striving hard to pull in, rethinking again vainly, things are getting intricate!
Oh Lord I doubt being in a dream,it`s certainly a nightmare, and the most bizarre!
Low murmuring between two, accompanied with a sarcastic laugh following the car’s slowing down-my ears are somehow deaf-.. "Hey ignorant! The era of all the past dreams have ended, you’re now arrested!" Hearing this knowing nothing I steer my pupils, wishing them to be just around my head to realize some of what is going on.
A sharp whistle whiz, accompanying a regular feet hitting the floor captivating me in a circle of my head’s vicinity! Silence is the master there, except some strict orders and different -pitched responses saying:"Done, Sir!"
"What about the lips?" .
"Done Sir, they’re sewn".
"The body parts?"
"Tied!".
"The cold and hot blood?"
"On the agreed-upon steps!"
"The eyes?!"
"Open-wide and frozen as you ordered Sir!" .
"The rest; the heart, ribcage, and the bronchus ?".
"One minute and all the tests to prepare them is to finish soon".
"Mmm. What about the memory’s thread?" "All is done Sir, as never before!"." The trumpet of defense?".
"We’ll let him control his ideas, within restrains!"
"Call the persecutors".
"Yes, Sir!"
"The plaintiffs seek to let the spokesperson ‘The tongue’ read the in indictment in behalf of them."
"So it is! Hey Joseph, Joseph the narrator ,you’re now detained under the penalty for the higher intellectual trial ,to face some agreed-upon charges against you, by the federation of your perceived and inward organs, so we’ll give you the right to think before you justify your answers to the charges you’re detained for! You don’t have the right to keep silent, for this is a serious public trial run by laws of justice and logic. Additionally, if you want to speak ,you only have to ask for a permission before thinking, because all your ideas will turn to voices we’ll hear! The trial is recorded ,and any punishment to act, was resumed inductively and distinct; nothing you can do but to accept it, your mind is the judge.
"And me! "You, when you were at the age of twelve, are the doorman Of this court and will be committed to restore discipline and to guarantee the schedule planned, in a way which ensure implementing justice, Sir Mind"
"Wait!..Hey you. I own you, you are under my control, I can tie whomever I want to,I`m the one to permit or not to permit, and you have to merely listen and obey me!"
"If it were a dream I’m telling you that you went too far to a point where I’ll vomit over all of you and you won’t…"
At once I was whipped by an army of dwarfs; weakening me. While a sound of sledgehammer repeatedly knocking over my forehead:"As you were told earlier, you have no authority now, so keep silent till you hear what the tongue has to protest for."
Meanwhile, I see what looks like my red tongue laying long with two feet and two hands and a head of a finger’s size moving up to my forehead; getting to my nose, with cheers and calls to kill somebody!! My tongue stands up,harrumphing, rasing his left while cheers are dimming bit by bit, where I, among all this, am strictly tied with ropes clasped to stakes planted on my both sides.
"Your Honor, the reverent court, all the organs of this languid body; the apparent and hidden. It’s an embarrassing situation, for that what you assigned to me, no one accepts to run except those who are ready to death, and all of us are indeed so soon. Therefore, let’s get rights as fast as we can! And the first I start addressing to the sole accused here among us: (Oh grudge just pause before departure, to tell you the truth as well you’ll do..)*
Let us know if you’d caused the abandonment !
"Your Honor! I’m on behalf of all to ask for revealing our rights which the accused has hidden, not mentioning what is redundant that of Joseph’s responsibility to protect and preserve us since a quarter of a century.
Since he was a child, we were under his control, obeying his directions; right, left, up, and down; not resenting! He also would stress and freeze us; having no power to neither rejects nor resist!
Since his childhood, his heart has been under the unjustified stress and pressure; his denegation destroyed all of us, which we prove with many testimonies and news telling about his abuse of us, in love and aversion ending up with failure! Thus, this poor soul has not gain but a lot more of introversion and violence!
Your Honor, the reverent court, the offender "Joseph" has been all this way long an enemy to himself and us; his ’self ‘ which is us your Honor! He consumes us to feed other goasts dwelling somewhere inside him, not because he’s unselfish, no! But this has been for an outrageous enmity he keeps for himself, the ’self’ we’re!
He has not been committed to the deal we had in his mother’s womb when he said then:" I am the master of me and thee, and thee are the master of thee that of me!" * of which we consented with the navel’s testimony, the navel which Joseph threw away, feeling no sorry for the life it gave him through! Your Honor, the guilty "Joseph" has never returned to us when he decides whatsoever, giving our desires or caprices no attention. Though ‘We’, your Honor, have some caprices; having the right to decide truth and wrong false, he has controlled our will solely, feeling irresponsible towards us! Your Honor! Joseph is a soft-tempered, kind and merciful person, but what is the use of all this unless he treats us well, the most close beings to him and who take care of him!? Isn’t it as what is prevalent:"He, who spares grace depriving his people, will be abandoned and disparaged!"* The latter of the proverb concerning disparaging has been postponed till this day, and here it comes his judgment day, the moment of truth, that is ours and of which we should preserve well!"
At that point, some shouts calling for killing somebody again. It’s an awkward to believ
المزيد
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