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swiss gift
Ahmed Seif Hashed
That day was, for me, an exceptional and unique day unlike any other day of my life, which was empty and startled.. I felt that my joy on that day was enough to overwhelm the entire universe, and overflow on every expanse in its far reaches and ends that no knowledge or sight knows.. I felt that Farah adjusts all sadness, and even erases it with washing and powder that removes lime, rust, and what has been stoned by ancient and distant time..
My joy was great and abundant, there was no room for it or destiny.. it was uncountable and uncountable.. it was greater and more than the joy of a repentant who received death after a death, and a monk won the paradise of the Lord for which he has always lived hard, hard and hard, and denied his right to life to obtain it. In a second home.. the joy of the one who was patient and stubborn until he got his sperm..
Oh my God.. my father gives me his Swiss cross watch, after his brother-in-law from “England” gave him an “Ornet” watch.. the impact of his gift on the soul was the impact of indescribable astonishment, and its effect on the soul and memory is alive and does not disappear except with its demise..
Between my father’s watch and my watch that my father gave me a technological breakthrough.. My watch works manually by rotating its violin until it takes all of its rotation, so it runs and turns its hands without stopping day and night, while my father’s watch depends on the movement of the hand and the pulse, or as my father used to say: “It walks on blood.” This is something that has always baffled me and raised my questions!!
Oh my God.. I am the paste of deprivation and wishing.. I am the child who has always wished for an hour out of paper or plastic, but he was disappointed, and did not get what he wished for, and reaped bitterness and heartbreak. It was just an illusion or a mirage.
Oh my God.. how can I contain my joy, and I have found more than a dream and a wish.. the hour of the cross in my life at that time, and in that time, a dream that is far from reach, rather it is far beyond the impossible for me.. it comes by a strange coincidence that does not repeat once in a thousand. Something unbelievable.. a terrifying joy surprise that my little heart could not bear.. my heart turned into a bundle of joy that flies to the distant heavens.. a colorful balloon flying in the distance.. ascending to the sky with unparalleled pride and exhilaration..
I reduced the length of its silver chain more than half of it to hold it well on my exhausted wrist.. I could see the whole universe hanging in my slender hands.. O my God.. the joy could not contain me, and my eyes did not leave my wrist.. a joy that reached the point of crying.. a joy that crosses the imagination, All that is known and usual.
That night I did not sleep.. I used to enjoy it at times as a lover and at other times as a groom.. I drank happiness until I got drunk.. I did not feel that life was so beautiful today and that joyful night.. Its green phosphorescent hands were shining in the dark like a jewel and captivating my eyes.. Attractive and I took it from my wrist With my knowledge and my dream I reach between the stars, and even cross me to the edges of the universe.
Her voice in my silence, “Tic-Teke”, greets me and cheers me up.. It makes me feel overjoyed with no limit or extent.. Her voice runs through my head like the ecstasy of a victorious knight over the army of Armam.. Her voice resembles the pulse of a fetus in his mother’s womb.. The guitar of a gypsy artist shows his creativity in front of whom He loves.. a lover in whom love has reached its lofty climax.. I used to hear her and hear my heartbeat, and I am in love with her and fascinated by her to the point of astonishment and amazement..
How can I sleep and happiness sweeps sleep from my eyes that enjoy the color of their green phosphorescent hands?!! How do I sleep while my heart beats overlap and identifies with the sound of its captivating pulse, like a rare song that does not resemble a song or existence except as a metaphor.
Joy turns me on my bed left and right, and I enjoy its phosphorous color like a lover and a lover when he throws his lover in the dark of the night and the diary of lovers.. I follow the magic of her scorpions in the flow as if he is following his most beautiful lover on the banks of a beautiful river.. Every moment I ask her about the time it takes me to get lost..
I make the night stations and stops, and I ask her in every art and another about the extent of the night towards the morning.. I did not allow sleep that night to take my joy from me except for a few naps near the morning.. It was a soft and dreamy nap, similar to the nap of a prophet on the swing of the sky between distant universes..
And in the morning I hastened to get up.. I was like the morning and the light.. I saw the wonder surrounding the wrist of my slender hand crowned with the crown of a king, yes from the crown of Hercules and greater than the crown of Khosrau.. I felt that I had become the center of the universe, and that the whole universe was bleeding my joy..
That rare joy forgave my father his early years of cruelty, and made me feel that life in it is what deserves survival, but rather the great joy.
While today I imagine that great joy; I ask retroactively: How happy would I be in those days if my father gave me an “iPad” or “laptop” or an upgraded phone?!! If this happened in the time of my father, I would from that day to this day be stuck in my joy without boredom, interruption or disengagement.. Our joy in those days was different from the joy of today that does not last..
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