"عطاء" قصة قصيرة
علي البدر
على الأرضِ، سَقَطَتْ. انحنى ووضعَها وسطَ راحةِ يدِهِ وبدأ يقضُمُها. صرخةٌ هائجةٌ وضربةٌ على الرأسِ، وتفاحةٌ تتدحرجُ. نَسِيَ الطفلُ جوعَه وانشغلُ بمسحُ دموعه بأنفاسٍ متقطعة. تقدمتُ نحو البقالِ.
وضعتُ كفّي على كَتفِه. تلاقتْ نَظَراتُنا فاستغربَ لدموعٍ لأجلِ طفلٍ تَسيلُ. ابتسمْتُ فابتسمَ بخجلٍ وهَمَسَ: ما هذا؟ احقًا انها يَدي؟ ملأ كيسًا وقدَّمَه للطفلِ وأكملَ: "احساسٌ غريبٌ، كأنني اكلتُ مِن ثَمَرةِ الخلودِ حينَ أَعَطيتُ!!"
علي البدر
Giving” Short Story"
By Ali Albadr
He bent down, placed it in the palm of his hand, and began to take bites. A furious scream, a blow to the head, and the apple rolled away. The child forgot his hunger and became absorbed in wiping away his tears, his breathing coming in broken gasps.
I walked towards the grocer and placed my hand on his shoulder.
Our eyes met, and he looked puzzled by the tears flowing over a child. I smiled, and he smiled shyly, whispering, “What is this? Can this really be my hand?” He filled a sack and handed it to the child, then continued, “Such a strange feeling! It is as though I have tasted the fruit of immortality through giving!”
Ali Albadr
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