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الروايات والمسرح يشمل الاعمال المسرحية والروائية العربية والاجنبية

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A Slow Fire


A SLOW FIRE
د. أحمد عبد العال( أحمد فنديس)




For the hundredth time uncle Tolba accompanied him to Cairo in their routine visit to the holy shrines hoping to cure him of a certain disease which attacked him when he was only four. He was accustomed to being frightened out of sleep by a recurrent nightmare. He saw a headless, featherless, broken winged chicken dangling upside down from a tree.

Uncle Tolba was not his natural uncle; he was not the brother of his ailing father, but that was how he used to call him anyway. Ever since he could remember, uncle Tolba had been responsible for him. Whenever he asked for something his mother transferred him to his uncle. He was over twenty-five and uncle Tolba still accompanied him to visit the holy shrines and attend religious sessions, hopefully.

Uncle Tolba was not only the village butcher but also its bully. Being so rich and strong he was also the dream knight of all the village girls. Before slaughtering an ox uncle Tolba would first knock it out with a mighty blow of his strong head. Then he would skin it and hang it on the big tree that separated his house from that of Fekry’s father. That was also where Tolba would sell meat to the village people.

Fekry saw Tolba for the first time when he came to visit his sick father and presented them with a large quantity of meat. He was only four when he noticed how his mother would entirely lose control whenever Tolba was around. There was a definite servility and submissiveness about her while she served him tea. She would even stutter and drop things.

But this attitude was only one of the many things that Fekry could not possibly explain. He never, for example, knew what to make of a certain conversation that reached him one cold winter night. In spite of the howling wind and the unceasing cough of his father that conversation could still wind its way through to his freezing ears. It was the humble voice of a woman who was obviously struggling against an attacker. “That’s not proper. It’s so unmanly of you. Please leave me alone”, the woman was repeating. Then, exhausted and totally powerless, she finally gives in begging the man not to disgrace her by telling people about what happened.

Whenever they visited Cairo they would usually have shins of beef for lunch. Tolba loved a heavy meal. That one time however they decided to have roasted chicken. “Would you like it grilled or roasted on coal?” The waiter asked. “I would like mine roasted on the slow fire of coal,” Tolba answered while he was folding the sleeves of his cloak. He was happily getting ready for a delicious meal.

All of a sudden Fekry’s eye caught sight of a worker washing and dressing the chicken. Above the sink, Fekry saw a headless, featherless, broken winged chicken dangling upside down and dripping blood. An eruption of painful thoughts exploded in his memory. The pieces of a horrible puzzle were gradually taking shape and making sense while they pushed on from the subconscious. Uncle Tolba was deliberately relishing a peace of chicken breast that seemed to just melt in his mouth.

One morning, Fekry’s neighbours came across a headless, armless naked corpse of a man dangling from the big tree beside Fekry’s house and dripping blood. Not far from the tree, sat a twenty-five year old youth relishing a piece of chicken breast roasted on the slow fire of burning coal.
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Translated by:DR. Nabila Marzouk
Englsh Litrature Lucturer,Faculty of Education
Fayoum University






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on the slow fire of burning coal.

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