The Tale of the Red Wind

Zaki al aila

The sultan’s face darkened a melancholy piece of night; no morns, no people, no roads, no sky, no moon.

He strikes the sea headless to his orders with lashing words

“For the last time. I order you to come to me creeping on your belly like a pale mouse with tired eyes and cut tongue”.

Coarse echo, skewers pierce in the ears court, the guards and the secret service. Sudden silence falls on the place.

News: -

The sea was a spot of the sun around which gather and the fishermen and the porters, and the handicapped waiting for the seasons of fish, seashells and the red wind.

The sultan shook his fish in anger. The smell of dungeons and the guillotines extends from his breath.

 There is still in my kingdom and under my sky some who dare disobey me and refuse to comply with my commands.

Silence. Shrinking. The rain suddenly erased the chief guard shivers, a handful of water from. Speaking mechanically: “ All of us are at your disposal and under your command, my lord “.

The whip of the sultan sounds in the air and his entourage convey his message:

“ This is a flagrant political insurgence which aim at disrupting the peace of the innocent, and degrading and defaming the dignity of the state. It is devastation. This disobedient mouse must be punished, and every instigator who sympathizes with his disobedience must be hit with an iron fist”.

The army chief mumbles. Lust for blood appears on his tongue: “ Every one must be punished for deeds and crimes he committed”.

Confessions: -(1)

“ We confess and acknowledge that our relationship whit the sea is strong and we cannot deny it or retreat from it no matter what happens or days changed. The sea is like our clothes and food when we have neither clothes nor food....”.

To this we testify.

 Signatures of obscure fishermen whom the news agencies never mentioned.

“.. And in front of every one, we say that our relationship with the sea is like the relationship of the baby to his mother. Its waters run deep beneath our skin exactly like the spring that is not negotiable or changeable with other alternatives or given initiatives in the past or in the future”

Names of some maimed and handicapped people.

They rush in unlike in the pervious ages and in the time of confiscation, killing, bandages, ship sales, and occasions that does not forget.

It’s a map with nothing like it. It rises up collectively from my blood and your blood and the blood of martyrs, lovers and the night guards.

The scribe signs in lieu f the deprived children.

Rituals and royal commands: (2)

“ The sea has to be taken to custody. It must be cleansed of all its fish using different kinds of drugs and chemical weapons to prevent any stray person form thinking of coming near that place from today on”.

“ To prevent maimed heretics from polluting the sea with the disease the people are ordered to scoop the water out of the seal build chain of palaces and settlements over the dried areas”.

“Destroy all the grass, sea shells, and sea snails to prevent the kids from playing with it and waste their time”.

The sultan sank into his plush chair staring at the reports and instructions. Black birds with hooked peaks neigh in his head. Then crash. He shivers. Dampness touches his feet.

Creeping dampness. Freezing increases. The instructions blew away. Shouts. Strong wind. Collapses. Doors bang. Calls for help. Yelling form the palace rooms and courtyards. He shouts. No answer. No echo. No resonance for the words. He looks for his whip. Sweat. Water inundates his chair. Boiling red water.

The water bubbles and increases. It comes from the depth, burrows, cracks, and the refuges. Ropes encircle his neck, He shivers like a mouse without a tongue. Wind. Ashes. Dust in his throat. His vision blurs. It’s a night that oozes melancholy and horror.

Appendix:-

They rush like a sunspot lively with fishermen, porters, children and handicapped people coming from all the corners of the world and shelter. They come from the possible and form the impossible. They hold the sea with them. They pour the waves and they count the red wind.

* Many researchers refer those events to a time before the deluge. This guess is inaccurate because there are no indications of those dungeons, chemical weapons and the settlements.

1-                The symbols carved by nails or unknown tools, were discovered on an old wall that could have been a prison.

2-                It was among the Sultan’s files of libertines. Pits and pieces of the files were found after the last deluge.

Translated by : Said Abdalwahed. PhD .