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A test and a catastrophe
Ahmed Seif Hashed
In the third year of middle school, Ali Al-Khafif was appointed as the new general director of the Martyr Najeeb School, who is from the south, after the previous director left it to work in the north.
The new principal was kind and friendly, and as soon as I was living through the ministerial exams, and I still had three courses waiting for me to be tested, the school director conveyed the shocking news to me, but in installments that makes me pass the exams for those courses at a lower psychological cost that maintains my academic level in exams..
The director tried to keep me hopeful that my brother was injured in an ambush, but he is recovering, and the injury is not serious. In fact, my brother has passed away.. By conveying this news, the director wanted to spare me any trauma that would affect my psychological condition in the remaining exams for me, and not affect What happened to the results of those courses’ exams.. He wanted to cut off any other sources that might reach me and cause me great confusion despite the narrow circulation of my brother’s death.. At the same time, he intended to accept the tragedy gradually, and to prevent what happened from causing me a possible collapse, or major psychological repercussions. As soon as I know…
The school principal was right when he tried to reduce the impact of what happened on my psyche, so as not to affect my exam results, and at the same time prepares me to come to terms with the shocking truth.
The truth was that my brother was ambushed, and he was rescued to Tur al-Baha, and it was decided to take him to Aden after arriving at the hospital and performing some necessary first aid.. Then he died on the same night on the way before reaching Aden, and his body was buried in the “Aidarous” cemetery in Crater.. Pain I say that half of my sadness is in Eden, O Eden..Who is this who takes me away from you, and my sorrows are like my joy, like my love, striking in your nostrils and in your depths, O Eden?
The principal of the school succeeded in making me pass the exam successfully, and he succeeded more in making my collision with the truth less intense.
I completed the exams for the last year of the preparatory stage in the Al-Baha phase, and I gradually became sure of the truth of the news of my brother’s death. Nevertheless, Sultan’s delusion kept pace with what the soul desires and desires, and my illusion continued to reject this most bitter truth in my life.
How painful was the bereavement?! How can I believe the news?!! From excessive attachment, we do not believe the facts, even if we witness them with our own eyes.. It is love and attachment to those we love.
I passed the preparatory stage, and achieved the result of the third year in it with a success rate of 78%, and despite the modesty of this percentage, I was satisfied with it, and with it I moved to study the secondary stage at the “Proletariat” school located on the road separating the governorate of Aden and Lahj..
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