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THE MOROCCAN DREAM

 

ANTHOLOGY OF MOROCCAN NEW SHORT STORY

 

 

 

Shehrayar’s Dream

 

 

 

-Short Story-

 

 

 Written by Abdennour Driss

 

Translated by Mohamed Said Raihani

 

 

"Another dream targeting the dark

 

Hail!

 

Dream is that whiteness blackening the night,

 

That thirsty desire

 

Trying to wake up in me,

 

That heavenly testimony

 

Which the river praises

 

Hail!

 

I am the dream of a fish

 

Predicting inundation"…

 

 

Abdennour Driss

 

Scholar & Short-Story Writer

 

Author of:

 

 

"Women’s Writings"

 

-A Study-

 

2004

 

"Woman’s Novel & Reality"

 

-A Study-

 

2005

 

"Taboo Myth & Religious Discourse"

 

-A Study-

 

2005

 

 

Getting ready for printing:

 

"Feminizing Virility"

 

-Short Stories-

 

                                                              

 

 

The inner gap is as deep as labyrinth whereas the outer clothes tell  about the imprisoned body.

 

He used to plant his masculine name in his wives’ wombs but was good only at giving birth to females. All the new bellies would bear him that expectation in ending that crop.

 

The flag of victory , however, cannot be raised by catastrophe-loving feet obsessed with the nine scenes which had danced both in the emptiness of the belly and in the belly of the emptiness.

 

These are the ends that he feels running deeply in his dry veins coming from no-one knows, bearing shameful masks!

 

“Cursed is he who gives birth to females!”

 

“Damnation” is his word to justify his impotence while cosmetics are women’s trick to come to his pockets and organ, giving birth to a non-stop set of females. His poor status has not killed him. Rather, it might drive him mad or perhaps paralyze him or even redirect his thinking towards suicide.

 

Tackling this topic in his daily life will revive the old painful moments that has never stopped proliferating in his endless questions…

 

 “Cursed is he who gives birth to females!”

 

That was what his  echo whenever his salt-filled worries and injuries flow out in his long journey to salvation through sorcery and magic weeds…

 

His childhood was a wretched past stamped exclusively for him. He was the only boy to love  dolls. He used to find in this hobby real happiness and true pleasure. Dolls would stick to his hand and never fall. Memories lay new bridges towards the past proving that life has not changed. Memories are still standing against any possible change. Gloom and mud are the distinctive poetic feature still present in children’s hymn playing carelessly with the  angles and sides in the quarter…

 

He drowns himself in his night pleasures and never gets before experiencing the butterfly joy… He has such a crazy story with females starting with his early admiration to dolls and ending with adoration to them.

 

He was sober but the moaning of the glasses made him drunk again. His looks seemed unsteady, wandering, fluffy, playing with the winds of his song,  drifting away towards the sterility of the whisper , towards the heart of the scream  , towards the menopause that has eaten his wife’s womb. There is nothing that can be done. That is the law of feminity…

 

Never in his life has he faked a “foreign” greeting until that day when he met her. His memory is very creative. It is the most spacious place to sleep in, à la scarecrow.

 

“Cursed is he who gives birth to females!”

 

This is the female’s labyrinth: a singular caravan made especially for loss and parting. There is no male to inaugurate her salvation from this never-ending painful memory. This is a typical caravan for loss and parting. This is the female’s labyrinth . There is no male to inaugurate her deliverance from this this never-ending painful memory.

 

He was lost in the arches of  feminine lips juicing his dreams. Now, his ambitions are redirecting him to his private doctor’s cabinet. He is in such a hurry to have male dolls and perpetuate the torn-out moments he will forever have with women tired of vain memories.

 

 

 

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* The writer, Abdennour Driss, is a Moroccan scolar & shortstory writer ,  born in Meknes . Author of:" Women’s Writings " (Study) in 2004 , " Woman’s Novel & Reality " (Study) in 2005 and "The Taboo Myth & the Religious Discourse " (Study) in 2005. He is getting ready for printing a collection of short stories entitled :" Feminizing Virility "

 

 

* The translator, Mohamed Said Raihani, is a Moroccan translator, scholar & shortstory writer ,  born on December 23rd  1968 in Ksar El Kébir. He published in Arabic "The Singularity Will " (Semiotic Study on First-names) 2001, "Waiting For the Morning" (Short stories) 2003, "Thus Spoke Santa Lugar-Verde" (Short stories) 2005, "The Season Of Migration to Anywhere" (Short stories) 2006. he is getting ready for printing:"Beyond Writing & Reading " (testimonies)  and "Kais & Juliette" (An E-Love Novel).

 

 

* "Shehrayar’s Dream" is the third narrative text in the "The Moroccan Dream", Anthology of Moroccan new short story directed by Mohamed Said Raihani.

 

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This Short Story Is Re-published On the Following English-Speaking Links:

 

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