پیر مرد
در خونه کاهگلیش رو باز کرد.دستاش رو دید که رو دستگیره فشار می آوردن. دستایی که یه روزی لطافت غنچه های گل سرخ رو داشتن اما حالا زمخت پینه بسته با کلی چین و چروک.
پاشو گذاشت توی کوچه. روی اولین پله ی گلی. کل کوچه رو برف باکره پوشونده بود. پوتینای گرمش پاهای پیرش رو حسابی گرم کرده بودن.شال سرمه ایش رو کشید جلوی صورتش. کمر خمیدش رو صاف کرد پا گذاشت تو کوچه.کوچه ای که تمام خاطرات بچگیش اونجا بود.اون دویدنا دنبال پسر مش رضا. صدای مادرش که صداش میزد: "بیا نون بخوریم." مادر مهربونش که رفته بود. از صدای آهش چند تا از برفا آب شدن. پا گذاشت تو کوچه.
صدای قار قار کلاغا توی کوچه ی یخ زده.کلاغهای روی صنوبرهای پر از برف یا توی کاجهای پوشیده از برف. آروم آروم به سمت خورشید قدم ورداشت. هر دو طرفش دیوارای کاهگلی. با هر گذری یک خاطره‚ با هر قدمی یک آدم. هیچ جا وا نستاد تا رسید دم خونه منوچهر.
چقدر عاشق دختر منوچهر بود‚ اما بی وفا تنهاش گذاشت. بعد از این همه سال باورش نمی شد که چقدر دوسش داشت.قطره های گرم اشکش برف زیر پاش رو آب کرد. آروم به راهش ادامه داد.غروب شده بود و خورشید داشت تو وسعت دشت پوشیده از برف میمرد.
از خونش اومد بیرون. یک نقطه ی سیاه بود که تو برفای سفید و خورشید قرمز داشت میرفت.
میلاد کامکار
“Umbrella”
Her father had bought the umbrella recently. It was a beautiful, trendy red umbrella. She was so happy and proud of it and loved it that much that if you had asked, I would say in those moments her umbrella was the most important thing in her little world.
It was pouring cats and dogs, but because of the childish fear of her lovely umbrella being spoiled she couldn’t open her umbrella. She was walking just under the flood of rain drops without daring to open her beautiful and worthy umbrella.
All her hair and little body was now soaked with the rain, but she didn’t want to open her umbrella. She continued her walk and just went on and on till she suddenly saw a little boy just her age. He wasn’t any of her friends, but she felt a strong desire for the boy. He was walking under the rain without an umbrella and he was as soaked as she. A sudden fear, a childish dream and then she was running after him. And then she reached him. Without a moment of hesitation she opened her umbrella and said: “you can stand under my umbrella”
Milad Kamkar
The lonesome camel
There was a need of being alone in me. And the most wanted place was a desert. To feel its hot, hot weather. To let its wind dance its sands under my feet, to not to feel hungry or thirsty, to not to need somebody.
But the need was to be alone in the shape of an animal. And me, I was a camel, a lonesome camel having a chance to be deserted, maybe a one who likes its loneliness or is accustomed to loneliness.
I didn’t want to be hungry. I didn’t want to eat or drink for 6 days. It was my imagine to show that even by my imagination I wont feel hungry in my life. But first I HAD TO fill myself for the days.
But I was in my desert and I had nothing, but every thing (water and food) in my only cactus. But I will just take enough morsels of my cactus to stay alive.
But I hadn’t to stay alive. It wasn’t my plan. I needed to not to eat for 6 days.
So I had to eat the cactus completely. I had to eat the cactus completely, so I started it although I didn’t want to. I start from the top.
Now I was in the middle.
My heart was aching of what I didn’t want to eat. But I had to eat. I had to eat, to stay alive for the days.
Now I was in the bottom of my cactus. My sweet cactus which was just mine and I loved it once. But I was at its bottom, eating it completely to stay alive for the six days.
But why I wanted to stay alive now that I had eaten my beloved cactus? I may now stay alive for the six days, but I will die in the 7th day.
Good bye
M. Kamkar
87/11/29
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