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ﺧﺬﻭﺍ ﺑﺪﻣﻲ ﺫﺍﺕ ﺍﻟﻮﺷﺎﺡ ﻓﺈﻧﻨﻲﺭﺃﻳﺖُ ﺑﻌﻴﻨﻲ ﻓﻲ ﺃﻧﺎﻣﻠﻬﺎ ﺩﻣﻲﺃﻏﺎﺭ ﻋﻠﻴﻬﺎ ﻣﻦ ﺃﺑﻴﻬﺎ ﻭﺃﻣﻬﺎﻭﻣﻦ ﺧﻄﻮﺓ ﺍﻟﻤﺴﻮﺍﻙ ﺇﻥ ﺩﺍﺭ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﻔﻢ ِﺃﻏﺎﺭ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺃﻋﻄﺎﻓﻬﺎ ﻣﻦ ﺛﻴﺎﺑﻬﺎﺇﺫﺍ ﺃﻟﺒﺴﺘﻬﺎ ﻓﻮﻕ ﺟﺴﻢ ﻣﻨﻌﻢ ِﻭﺃﺣﺴﺪ ﺃﻗﺪﺍﺣﺎ ﺗﻘﺒﻞُ ﺛﻐﺮﻫﺎﺇﺫﺍ ﺃﻭﺿﻌﺘﻬﺎ ﻣﻮﺿﻊ ﺍﻟﻤﺰﺝ ِﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﻔﻢ ِﺧﺬﻭﺍ ﺑﺪﻣﻲ ﻣﻨﻬﺎ ﻓﺈﻧﻲ ﻗﺘﻴﻠﻬﺎ. ﻓﻼ ﻣﻘﺼﺪﻱ ﺃﻻ ﺗﻘﻮﺕ ﻭﺗﻨﻌﻤﻲﻭﻻ ﺗﻘﺘﻠﻮﻫﺎ ﺇﻥ ﻇﻔﺮﺗﻢ ﺑﻘﺘﻠﻬﺎﻭﻟﻜﻦ ﺳﻠﻮﻫﺎ ﻛﻴﻒ ﺣﻞ ﻟﻬﺎ ﺩﻣﻲﻭﻗﻮﻟﻮﺍ ﻟﻬﺎ ﻳﺎ ﻣﻨﻴﺔ ﺍﻟﻨﻔﺲ ﺇﻧﻨﻲﻗﺘﻴﻞ ﺍﻟﻬﻮﻯ ﻭﺍﻟﻌﺸﻖ ﻟﻮ ﻛﻨﺖ ِﺗﻌﻠﻤﻲﻭﻻ ﺗﺤﺴﺒﻮﺍ ﺃﻧﻲ ﻗﺘﻠﺖ ﺑﺼﺎﺭﻡﻭﻟﻜﻦ ﺭﻣﺘﻨﻲ ﻣﻦ ﺭﺑﺎﻫﺎ ﺑﺄﺳﻬﻢ ِﻟﻬﺎ ﺣﻜﻢ ﻟﻘﻤـﺎﻥ ﻭﺻـﻮﺭﺓ ﻳﻮﺳـﻒﻭﻧﻐـﻤـﻪ ﺩﺍﻭﺩ ﻭﻋـﻔـﻪ ﻣـﺮﻳـﻢ ِﻭﻟﻲ ﺣﺰﻥ ﻳﻌﻘﻮﺏ ﻭﻭﺣﺸـﻪ ﻳﻮﻧـﺲﻭﺁﻻﻡ ﺃﻳـــﻮﺏ ﻭﺣـﺴــﺮﺓ ﺁﺩﻡ ِﻭﻟﻮ ﻗﺒـﻞ ﻣﺒﻜﺎﻫـﺎ ﺑﻜﻴـﺖ ﺻﺒﺎﺑـﺔﻟﻜﻨﺖ ﺷﻔﻴﺖ ﺍﻟﻨﻔـﺲ ﻗﺒـﻞ ﺍﻟﺘﻨـﺪﻡ ِﻭﻟﻜﻦ ﺑﻜﺖ ﻗﺒﻠﻲ ﻓﻬﻴﺞ ﻟـﻲ ﺍﻟﺒﻜـﺎﺀﺑﻜﺎﻫـﺎ ﻓﻜـﺎﻥ ﺍﻟﻔﻀـﻞ ﻟﻠﻤﺘـﻘـﺪﻡ ِﺑﻜﻴﺖ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻣﻦ ﺯﻳﻦ ﺍﻟﺤﺴﻦ ﻭﺟﻬﻬـﺎﻭﻟﻴﺲ ﻟﻬﺎ ﻣﺜـﻞ ﺑﻌـﺮﺏ ﻭﺃﻋﺠﻤـﻲﻣﺪﻧﻴـﺔ ﺍﻷﻟﺤـﺎﻅ ﻣﻜﻴـﺔ ﺍﻟﺤﺸـﻰﻫﻼﻟﻴـﺔ ﺍﻟﻌﻴﻨﻴـﻦ ﻃﺎﺋﻴـﺔ ﺍﻟـﻔـﻢ ِﻭﻣﻤﺸﻮﻃﺔ ﺑﺎﻟﻤﺴﻚ ﻗﺪ ﻓﺎﺡ ﻧﺸﺮﻫـﺎﺑﺜﻐـﺮ ﻛـﺄﻥ ﺍﻟـﺪﺭ ﻓﻴـﻪ ﻣﻨـﻈـﻢ ِﺃﺷﺎﺭﺕ ﺑﻄﺮﻑ ﺍﻟﻌﻴﻦ ﺧﻴﻔـﺔ ﺃﻫﻠﻬـﺎﺇﺷـﺎﺭﺓ ﻣﺤـﺰﻭﻥ ٍِ ﻭﻟــﻢ ﺗﺘﻜـﻠـﻢ ِﻓﺄﻳﻘﻨﺖ ﺃﻥ ﺍﻟﻄﺮﻑ ﻗﺪ ﻗـﺎﻝ ﻣﺮﺣﺒـﺎﻭﺃﻫـﻼ ﻭﺳﻬـﻼ ﺑﺎﻟﺤﺒﻴـﺐ ﺍﻟﻤﺘﻴـﻢ ِﻓﻮ ﺍﻟﻠﻪ ﻟـﻮﻻ ﺍﻟﻠﻪ ﻭﺍﻟﺨـﻮﻑ ﻭﺍﻟﺮﺟـﺎﻟﻌﺎﻧﻘﺘﻬـﺎ ﺑﻴـﻦ ﺍﻟﺤﻄﻴـﻢ ِ ﻭﺯﻣـﺰﻡ ِِﻭﻭﺳﺪﺗﻬـﺎ ﺯﻧـﺪﻱ ﻭﻗﺒﻠـﺖ ﺛﻐﺮﻫـﺎﻭﻛﺎﻧﺖ ﺣﻼﻻ ﻟﻲ ﻭﻟﻮ ﻛﻨـﺖ ﻣﺤـﺮﻡ ِﻭﻟﻤـﺎ ﺗﻼﻗﻴﻨـﺎ ﻭﺟــﺪﺕ ﺑﻨﺎﻧـﻬـﺎﻣﺨﻀﺒـﻪ ﺗﺤﻜـﻲ ﻋﺼـﺎﺭﺓ ﻋﻨـﺪﻡ ِﻓﻘﻠﺖ ﺧﻀﺒﺖ ﺍﻟﻜﻒ ﺑﻌـﺪﻱ , ﻫﻜـﺬﺍﻳﻜـﻮﻥ ﺟـﺰﺍﺀ ﺍﻟﻤﺴﺘﻬـﺎﻡ ِ ﺍﻟﻤﺘﻴـﻢ ِﻓﻘﺎﻟﺖ ﻭﺃﺑﺪﺕ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﺤﺸﻰ ﺣﺮ ﺍﻟﺠﻮﻯﻣﻘﺎﻟﻪ ﻣﻦ ﻓـﻲ ﺍﻟﻘـﻮﻝ ﻟـﻢ ﻳﺘﺒـﺮﻡ ِﻭﻋﻴﺸـﻚ ﻣﺎ ﻫـﺬﺍ ﺧﻀـﺎﺑﺎً ﻋﺮﻓﺘـﻪُﻓﻼ ﺗﻚُ ﺑﺎﻟﺒﻬﺘﺎﻥ ِ ﻭﺍﻟـﺰﻭﺭ ﻣﺘﻬﻤـﻲﻭﻟﻜﻨﻨـﻲ ﻟﻤـﺎ ﺭﺃﻳـﺘـﻚ ﻧﺎﺋﻴﺎًﻭﻗﺪ ﻛﻨﺖ ﻛﻔﻲ ﻭﺯﻧـﺪﻱ ﻭﻣﻌﺼﻤـﻲﺑﻜﻴﺖ ﺩﻣﺎ ﻳـﻮﻡ ﺍﻟﻨـﻮﻯ ﻓﻤﺴﺤﺘـﻪُﻳﻜﻔﻲ ﻓﺎﺣﻤﺮﺕ ﺑﻨﺎﻧﻲ ﻣﻦ ﺩﻣﻲ