ترجمات أدبية

A play of one act , the setting is the central garden in The Department of English Language, College of Arts, The University of Baghdad.

Characters

Ali

Mohammed

Ahmed

Hala

Haider

Scene One

 Five students are sitting in the garden , and they are trying to discuss their situation. They decide to postpone their study . Hala sits on the ground , seems sad, because she feels that her hopes are killed of being a students in college of Arts. The other students cannot manage the futility and absurdity of their life. They belong to a rebellious one. Except Mohammed , who has a believe of working hard , and he advices them to go on. Mohammed tries to encourage them for reading.

Hala:(nervously)

I am so tired, hopeless….

Ali: So am I , I will postpone my exam(he is supported by Hala , Haider, and Ahmed). Mohammed ; Please , Ali, Hala( puts his hand on Ali's shoulder); stop this kind of speaking, we should work hard to pass, and to follow our dreams!!

Hala:(she walks slowly), Mohammed , we are terrified by your seriousness??? There is no way , we lose most of our friends , relatives , and teachers.

Ali: we are burdened by boring lectures , we are treated as if we are idols. I want another kind of teaching.

Ahmed: Yes, we need another techniques and methods of teaching.

Mohammed: Hahahaha….. , my dear, try to avoid such kind of" interpretations" . We are students , and we should work hard, by reading only we will pass. Talking?, talking and nothing else , please stop it, stop it, stop it. We should plan for a newly way of studying, establishing a cycle for literary discussions. The passage of time is our specific enemy, we might fight to attain our precious time.

Haider: Oh… Oh Mohammed , you are right!!! But we hate this life , nothing is interesting . We are looking for another things , what are? I don't know , I cannot explain it , I in between.

Ahmed: My brothers and friends, most of our time is wasted in this garden, I hope we will choose another place, but , we are chained by our instability.

Hala:( voiceless as if she is breathless)

I am longing for another type of study, to feel that I am strong , confident, now , I am disappointed .

Mohammed: You know my troubles and agonies , in spite of all, I am here, with you, and encourage you, besides you have a father and mother, who support you , while I am alone???

Hala:(laughing), repeating his words with a sense of embittering . What do you say? They aren't with me, they are busy all the times .They are like pictures , lifeless and colorful.

Ahmed:( walking, playing of his mobile )

No, sometimes , pictures have a life , please don't attack them, because I used to gather them .

Ali:(shouting), don't insult your parents, they are the product of what the wars and distractions had made.??? We are lucky , should a void selfishness, don't blame your families for your own failure. They don't deserve such impudent!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Haider:(mocking him, put his hand on Ali's mouth)

Stop preaching, we should find a way to be free, to get out of the mesh.

Mohammed: Mesh , mesh, you make it , there's no mesh, that is a reality, we are students, take care , keep your identities , have the insight , and be responsible.

Ali goes to bring some food, while Mohammed attends the lecture, Hala, Ali, Haider and Ahmed are sitting silently .

                         Scene Two:

 A s usual , Ali , Hala, Ahmed, and Haider are sitting in their preferring place, they are joking, laughing, speaking loudly . Mohammed is not with them.

Ali:(tries to call Mohammed, but , no answer, tries many times, then someone answer), please , where is Mohammed? Is he in his way to a college? Or at home? Or where, we are waiting for him.

Mohammed's brother:(in grievous tone), I am sorry, he was killed, yesterday by a terrorist . We found his mobile only, then we found him in a hospital , he was died.

Ali:( motionless), Haider tries to hold Ali's mobile, he also is shock too, they are crying , we are lost , Mohammed was killed, how we will manage the burden of the coming days? how we will live , when he doesn’t among us???

Hala:( shakes her hands on her head and screaming silently ), Oh, Ali , tell me . is it true ? maybe there is a mistake.

Ali: NOOO, Hala , he is Mohammed, Mohammed, our dearest friend , lecturer, and spiritual preacher.

 After a while groups of students mourn their honest friend, they left their lectures. As a result , they fail in their exams……

Hala:(to Ali ), Do you believe that we succeeded in the last year by Mohammed's encouragement and his spiritual support.

Ali: Yes, Hala, now , we will not pass. I think, we will stay in our stage.

Ahmed: And , and , I think, Mohammed will feel sorry about this, he will be irritated by our failure.

Haider: IIIIII ,think so, what will we do?

Hala: In spite of my hatred to such study !!! I think we should follow Mohammed's wishes and opinions . He is right, we should study and live as if we haven't lost him. Bravely, he will be with us .

Ali: Ok, Ok, Ok, Hala, do you think that we will pass? Truly, I cannot attend a lecture ,while he is not here. I heard his voice in the last night, he asked me about you and other, and advises me, then he commands me to take care of our " Olive Tree" .

Hala: Ah, Ahhhhh, Ali, we forget it , he is the living one , we are the dead!!!!!!!!

Haider:(going to bring water, and to rearrange its leaves), besides it , they make a vow for attended their lectures and establish a group for learning , they called it " Mohammed's students" .

 Most of them hold branches of Olive, sing in hopeful and painful tones:

" the sun is more beautiful in my home even death?

The streets are our living souls even dust ,,

The willow is the symbol of the heath

Our hearts are the soil of the light "

                End  2009

العودة الى الصفحة الأولى

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الآراء الواردة في المقال لا تمثل رأي صحيفة المثقف بالضرورة، ويتحمل الكاتب جميع التبعات القانونية المترتبة عليها: (العدد :2002 الأحد 15 / 01 / 2012)