aab e hayat ( English version)

chapter no 1

adam and havwa

The ground beneath her feet was like green velvet, whether it was velvet or something else, it stretched across the earth like a blanket of green, similar to the yellowish-green buds sprouting on trees. And then, like the hues of algae born in the depths of the sea, tiny droplets of moisture, like little pearls, clung to the leaves of the greenery.

The scent of the leaves swayed in the breeze as if they were engrossed in a dance. The small, transparent pearls of water slid over the surface of the green leaves, catching themselves, as if intoxicated and melting away. The leaves were lying there, wavering, balancing, slipping, and then a breeze blew again, sending a wave through the greenery. Like the first wave of an underwater volcanic eruption, it rose, swayed, caressed, and soothed the greenery, engulfing it in a strange ecstasy, passing from one side to the other. The earth seemed to be absorbed in a dance.

The greenery was adorned with tiny flowers of every color, so many and such vibrant hues that they would leave anyone in awe. These tiny flowers scattered across the greenery were everywhere, dancing with each wave and ripple created by the breeze, filled with a strange delight and ecstasy.

The sky was clear, a light blue that soothed the eyes, still stretched out like a dome... deep, high... very high... extending from here to the horizon, everywhere. The air was fragrant, intoxicating, humming softly. It playfully engaged with everything present there-teasing, then moving on, only to return, sometimes comforting, patting, sometimes pausing, then moving again, humming, rippling. Was it there? Was it not? Where was it?

She had arrived; from a great distance, he saw her appear on that path. She was dressed in white, a very delicate, very fine fabric-was it silk? Satin? Brocade? Or was it something else? So light, so fragile that even the slightest breeze would make her white gown-like attire flutter.

Her fair skin began to show through. She was barefoot, and her beautiful feet seemed unable to bear the softness of the grass beneath them. As she placed her steps, she would stagger for a few moments, as if intoxicated, then smile and steady herself, before eagerly taking another step forward. Her black hair, stirred by the breeze, danced around her shoulders and down to her waist. It kissed her cheeks and face, moving back and forth.

It would touch her face, cling to her chest, and then, after swaying in the air, fall back down. Those beautiful, shiny, silky black locks seemed to be dancing in harmony with her white attire as if they were engaged in a dance with her very being.

The white dress on her marble-like body seemed to slip, unable to stay in place. With each gust of wind, it revealed the contours of her figure, kissing her from her feet to her shoulders, intoxicated by the touch of her skin, losing all sense, wildly circling her body. Like a whirlwind, it wrapped around her, tightly embracing her form.

Another breeze joined in, drawing her silky black hair into the dance as well. Her hair slipped sensuously over her shoulders and waist, fluttered lightly in the air, and then softly fell onto her face and chest. The fragrance emanating from her being suddenly filled the air as if trying to hide her body within itself. Another gust of wind lifted it away and then threw it back.

Now, it was the turn of her white dress again in this dance. It moved forward. She wasn't paying attention to it; she was caught in a strange wonder, observing everything around her with innocent curiosity. Walking down that path with childlike amazement and eagerness, she suddenly saw him. She stopped in her tracks, their eyes met, and then an involuntary smile appeared on her face. First, a smile, then a laugh-she had recognized him. He was the only presence there that she knew. She extended her hand, and as he took it, she came close to him. The two of them, in a state of strange ecstasy, continued to gaze into each other's eyes.

Her deep, dark, smiling eyes were sparkling like the facets of a diamond, and that sparkle intensified when she saw him. A slight sheen of moisture covered her beautiful pink lips as if she had just taken a sip of something, and her chin was lifted as always. As he looked at her graceful, swan-like neck, he took her other hand into his grasp as well. The sparkle in her eyes and the depth of her smile grew... it was as if she was familiar with this touch. Then, both of them burst into spontaneous laughter.

"Were you waiting for me?"

"Yes."

"Did I take too long?

No, not too long." He took her hand and started walking down the path.

The wind was still playfully dancing around their bodies and everything around them. She was still engrossed in exploring everything with childlike wonder and joy. Her laughter and pure, joyful giggles began to fill the air with a new color. Suddenly, a strange, enchanting melody started playing in the atmosphere. She paused, then burst into laughter, letting go of his hand and stepping forward on the path. The man watched her with a smile as she spread her arms wide and twirled in a dance. She moved down the path, dancing gracefully like a skilled performer, while he stood there, unable to resist laughing as he watched her.