{ رابطةُ المُثقّفين الأفارقة}
Literature in Africa
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_(Translation from Arabic into English)_
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* the short story in Africa
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Short story by : Mahmoud Ahmed Ali
(Egypt)
Its title : Unavailing speech
Translated by :Hamed Habib (Egypt)
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*القصة القصيرة فى أفريقيا
*قصة قصيرة للأديب : محمود أحمد على _مصر
* بعنوان : "معانى غير مفيدة"
* ترجمة : حامد حبيب _مصر
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You are gathered one
after other
You are meeting as your usual , make
circle inside "Al_Hurria" café.The waiter
brings what you want ..coffee,tea and
fenugreek.you are drinkig them..warmth
of the hot drinks runs in your blood vessels. you are waxing heat and
bravery . Your words are strong,sharp
as the knife.
The home is sold , while we are still
sitting.
That's right ! "Omar Afandy" and the
water ..etc.Tomorrow ,they will sell us
in the market like the slaves.
O friends , we must move against prison
of journalists, against prison of freedom
O my God ,I have fear to get up one day
and say :There was country is called
Egypt. Egyptian yourh commit suicide..
They have no good living after rising
the prices.
Yea..the union is necessary , so that
our words reach. Someone cut the speech , he called the waiter : O you
This voice you know well, you look at him ,you see him has put the
newspaper
putting leg on the other , a thich stick
beside him.the silence is long among
you . Words refuse to come out.
The fear prevailed among you.
There are looks between you and him .
He rolls the newspaper two half and put
it upon the table, hold cup of tea and
drinks loudly ,his eyes towards you. you
don't find except the escaping from him.
Go away one after one as the soldier who escaped from losser battle and
you
repeat : we will complete our speech
the next time. Slowly , everything finish.
No one except you look around him..you
call the waiter to pay the account for the
all. You try to find exit else , but the main
door of café , the problem that the mais sitting next to it.You take
your papers ,
step towards the door slowly. the man
stands up suddenly , he talks to you.
the fear nocks in your heart strongly.
"Do you need anything ,Sir ?" you said
" I wanted to thank you, because you
always pay price of tea for me " he replies in trouble. You smile
after your
heart became quiet and say : "At your
order , this is less favour". You walk out
and he talkes to himself :"The next time
I will tell him in clearness to get a job
for me at him after i became retiring "
