Noun ن

الصراع على إستعادة البهجة في عصر مخيف

Yesterday I attended the most outstanding book discussion. It was “Noun” by Sahar El Mogy, and it was held in el Kotob Khan. Needless to say, I love the environment there, it really feels like home now. And Sahar (Dr. Sahar) is a very sweet person, and has a nice bag, and I appreciate women who get catchy bags.

We read parts of her book, discussed some of the issues, there were lots of questions and answers. I know understood parts of the novel that I didn’t really get before.

It was funny that there were 14 women and 3 men attending the session. Doesn’t this send signal to our society’s attitude about feminist writers? (Even though feminism per se is not an issue in the novel as it talks about the views of 3 women and a guy).

Here are parts I really liked in the novel:

وددت لو أخبرته أن الحياة تختار مساراتها و كثيرا ما تكتشفون لاحقا أنها كانت أكثر حكمة منكم رغم أنكم وقت الألم تخبطون أقدامكم كأطفال مدللين. نبكون حتى تتحجر الدموع في أعينكم و تصرخون فتخز صرخاتكم قلوب الآلهة.

“I wanted to tell him that life chooses its paths, and many times you discover later on that it was wiser than you, despite that you -in times of pain- kicked like little children and cried till the tears dried off your eyes.

اشتعل صوت سارة بلهيب الغضب “أيوه كنت عايزة أصدق إنه مش ممكن يكون ماشي خلاص و بالبساطة دي و …. ليه!” خبت النيران فجأة فهبطت سارة سريعا إلى منطقة دفء. ارتجف صوتها ببحة دموع تتأهب للمجئ “كان لسه عندنا حاجات كتير نعملها مع بعض. أفلام هنشوفها و كتب نقراها و صناديق قديمة لينا قلنا هنفتحها و نشوف عقدنا و مشاكلنا و نبقى مع بعض و إحنا بنحلها. كانت لسه دنيتنا واسعة”

Sara’s voice was enraged: “Yes I wanted to believe that he is not leaving this easily and without a reason!” Then her voice was shaking with the tears to come “we had lots of things to do together. Movies to watch, books to read, old boxes we said that we’ll open and be together in solving its problems. Our world was still vast!”

و ارتفع صوتها في نبرة حادة سريعة مقلدة سميحة “أصلك ما تعرفيش تبقي زي البنات العادية”. و ضحكت سارة و دنيا تستكمل “مش فاهمة إيه المتعة إني أبقى زي البنات العادية!”

And she said in a high quick voice mimicking Samiha “Cause you don’t know how to be like normal girls”. Sara laughed and Donia continued “I don’t understand what is the fun in being like the normal girls!”

انطقي الألم يا ابنتي. لا تنكريه. لا تدفعيه بعيدا. اصرخي بعلو صوتك. إبك. أقيمي له جنازة مهيبة لو أحببت. ارثي قلبك المذبوح و طهريه بآخر قطرة دموع بإمكانك أن تسكبيها عليه. فترة الحداد. لا تضعي لها ميقاتا. دعيها تنهي نفسها. ستهاجمك الأسئلة. أفسحي لها مطرحا. ربما تفهمين بعض أشياء بينما تعصاك أشياء لأخرى. سيتراجع الوجع رويدا. و في لحظة مفاجئة سيعود شبحه مع ذكرى مكان ذهبتما إليه معا. شاطئ ذهب أو قلعة صلاح الدين و الموسيقى تعزف في ساحتها أو أغنية فيروزية أو ربما لا شئ محدد. دعي سارة تذكرك أن “زهور الحب حمرا يا دنيا لإن دمنا بيجري في عروقها”.

Declare your pain, daughter. Don’t ignore it. Don’t push it away. Yell at the top of your voice. Cry. Make a prestigious funeral for it if you like. Wash out your wounded heart with all the tears you can weep. Don’t put a deadline for mourning. Give it its time. Questions will attack you. Give it space. You may succeed in understanding things, while you’ll fail in understanding others. The pain will be reduced bit by bit. And all of a sudden his ghost will come back with the memory of a place you visited together. The beach at Dahab, Salahdin Citadel and the music playing in its courtyard or a song by Fairouz or maybe nothing in particular. Let Sara remind you that “the flowers of love are red because our blood run in its veins”.

These are just parts I liked from the book Excuse the bad english translation. . For more advices from Hathor, go get the book!🙂

2 responses to “Noun ن


Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Logo

You are commenting using your account. Log Out / Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out / Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out / Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out / Change )

Connecting to %s