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Whispers of Two Raincoats A story written by







Bayat Maree



           After an hour aterrible thing would happen to these raincoats

which are hung on ablack wall. Aclosed  door of hell would be opened when the tailor’s scissors start .

             The brown raincoat tells his friend theblue raincoat : Don't be afraid , eat this piece of bread for our buttons are well- tightened, our   pockets are deep and our linings are warm : Moreover ,our papers have been bitten by some moths and  grasshoppers   .

       The blue one answers ; though I have been washed long time ago  

I am still shaking , remember  also the moon while while  the same situation haunts me since my cupboard, my mirror , my basket , my handkerchief  and hang were exposed for sale .

           The brown one said .. like you  my friend , nothing  remained to me except aclipper , apoem and my beloved's picture . Do you  know that my owner deserted me long age ,and never occepted tending me his hands to defend myself  with.?

          The blue one adds : He is free in his hands . Do  you also remember , he continues , when we were only a thread entering

         The hole of aneedle to pass easily to another side of the world ?

I had so many wishes  such as  : playing rope – jumping , holding akite to reach the sky , or to betaken by a sparrow's beak to its nest , All these were only dreams . Then I found myself  under a weaver 's guillotine to make me such  a thick  raincoat to face coldness  or to hold some snow on my shoulder . They put , later on , abottle of wine in my pocket .

       The browncoat   : In the beginning I have seen palace's parties , and in my pocket  I found out many secrets such as numbers of:   chegues , telephones or even seeing pictures of whores  and ......  



      I also remember how my pockets were wrapped up with gold-ring fingers  precious  perftumes also eminated round me .

       I was sitting amid delicious meals , hearing music , exalted in putting a flower on my chest or sitting proudly on decorated chairs

Indeed , every thing was well – arranged till they brought me here to accuse me of making ahole  in one of my pockets that may allow money to be lost .

Now for you , why did  you come here ?



       The blue one said : they actually noticed some holes on my chest assuming that they are rather of bullet  effect . I tried to justify the situation in convincing them that they are only cigarrette burns  

done by adrunkard  but they .......

       The brown coat said then : Are you still afraid ? Alright ,  answered let us escape out of our hangs .

       The blue one answerd : lam afraid of getting moisture..

The brown one : let us then wait , The scissors may forget its job , or let us sleep and dream .













                                                           Translated by

                                                  Muyassar  a. Al- khashab