With The Same Dream and Agony... We Met then Departed / Originally By: Aamna Bou-Absa - Algeria / The Arabic Magazine, May 2017, edition 487
With The Same Dream and Agony .. We Met then Departed
Originally By: Aamna Bou-Absa - Algeria.
The Arabic Magazine, May 2017, edition 487.
Nothing but we once met in a dream in an unarranged date coincidently meeting through a talk about pain ... we shared a wooden seat and some sort of a past ache and disappointment which we started to wash away saying (It's destiny) and (That's fate), we shared a random talk of memories we spread on a land wetted with exasperation and remorse, we wondered about circumstances we never knew about but that we met that morning, I asked him about his whereabouts, how he turned out, and how he returned here, but I didn't mean these very same questions and I don't know what was I thinking, and his question about me was formed in a look that carried the question merged with a tear, which he in vain tried to conceal, perhaps at that time I was occupied with the thought of (If we have met before) were we to talk with the same remorse that hit the cores of the language or were we to exchange characters that would touch places of ecstasy before our sorrow, we redeem (fate) with things that are not of his arrangement and ask (destiny) matters that are not of his powers .. Did we try to fill an emptiness that did not really exist or did we start to vacate the festering agonies of our hearts, consequently... we went on with our talk with dense grief and profound gaiety, and our talks continued across the clock's minutes whilst the evening racing to arrive and hence we conditionally-like departed, perhaps we blamed ourselves afterwards for such a meeting or for our satisfaction as it came for it was not of our matter to comment on what happened there or to retrieve the conversation we drowned into inattentive to our existence here for hours, and the time has come to an end and before we initiate our departure our letters - limbs - shook each other for the last time .. Thus we departed hoping to meet in a more fortunate dream than that which brought us together this morning.
Originally By: Aamna Bou-Absa - Algeria.
The Arabic Magazine, May 2017, edition 487.
Nothing but we once met in a dream in an unarranged date coincidently meeting through a talk about pain ... we shared a wooden seat and some sort of a past ache and disappointment which we started to wash away saying (It's destiny) and (That's fate), we shared a random talk of memories we spread on a land wetted with exasperation and remorse, we wondered about circumstances we never knew about but that we met that morning, I asked him about his whereabouts, how he turned out, and how he returned here, but I didn't mean these very same questions and I don't know what was I thinking, and his question about me was formed in a look that carried the question merged with a tear, which he in vain tried to conceal, perhaps at that time I was occupied with the thought of (If we have met before) were we to talk with the same remorse that hit the cores of the language or were we to exchange characters that would touch places of ecstasy before our sorrow, we redeem (fate) with things that are not of his arrangement and ask (destiny) matters that are not of his powers .. Did we try to fill an emptiness that did not really exist or did we start to vacate the festering agonies of our hearts, consequently... we went on with our talk with dense grief and profound gaiety, and our talks continued across the clock's minutes whilst the evening racing to arrive and hence we conditionally-like departed, perhaps we blamed ourselves afterwards for such a meeting or for our satisfaction as it came for it was not of our matter to comment on what happened there or to retrieve the conversation we drowned into inattentive to our existence here for hours, and the time has come to an end and before we initiate our departure our letters - limbs - shook each other for the last time .. Thus we departed hoping to meet in a more fortunate dream than that which brought us together this morning.
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