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 Re: غريب على عالمى، نص سيرين عوض الله قراءة أمو أجانق وأعمال فنية أخرى فى أريزونا (فيديوس) (Re: Khalid Kodi)
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A Stranger in My World
Upon meeting him, stirred in me was an immediate concern for my safety. His eyes stared into mine, and suddenly, like the un-clicking of a switch, my stomach churned with a knot of fear, and I became distinctly aware of steel all around me, engulfing all my senses: the scent of ####l beneath my nose; that icy glare of black pupils, where my own face was reflected; the cold exterior of his posture, so indifferent that I could have sworn would have turned away a coming breeze. That was how I met this stranger, this foreigner to our way of life. It is said that we share a commonality by virtue of our same age. But I did not know this person. I could not find any familiarity in his face, nothing that reminded me of my own journey. I even looked for traces of my age in his face, searched desperately for a sign of common ground. No, even his face was an amalgamation of different passages of time: around the mouth a bit of baby fat and barely growing hair. But the eyes...they had seen things that I could not dare to dream. I have heard of his kind, and the evidence of all that I heard was unmistakable in these eyes, and so I mistrusted him from the beginning. Now I think of the horrors in my world that I have seen. I think of my own survival and what I've had to do to accomplish it. Do they measure up to what he's been through? Would he survive in my world? Could I survive in his? Or have our paths been so different that we are now as permanently separated as the rising and setting of the sun? I did not recognize this person in front of me; could not even point to his humanity, for his face didn't show it. And so I did what I have always done to make sure I survive in this treacherous world; to strangers and natives alike. I stared back at this foreigner from another world, and I fixed a blank expression on my face, one that would rival his glare. It was time that he became aware of his own safety, and so I gripped my gun harder to let him know that he is indeed a stranger in my world.
By:
Sirein Awadalla
June, 2010
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(عدل بواسطة Khalid Kodi on 07-04-2010, 04:57 AM)
(عدل بواسطة Khalid Kodi on 07-04-2010, 04:59 AM)
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Khalid Kodi
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