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ﺍﺧﺘﻨﺎﻕ ﻣﻮﺟﻊ..ﻗﺎﺗﻞ..ﺻﻤﺖ ﺭﻫﻴﺐ..ﻳﺨﺘﺮﻗﻪ ﺻﻮﺕ ﻓﻘﻂ..ﺻﻮﺗﻪ ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﻳﻤﻠﺆﻩ ﺍﻟﺸﺠﻦ..ﺗﺮﺍﻩ ﻭﻻ‌ ﻳﺮﺍﻫﺎ..ﺑﺎﺗﺖ ﺻﻮﺭﺓ ﻣﻐﺒﺮﺓ ﻓﻲ ﺫﺍﻛﺮﺗﻪ..ﻣﻊ ﻛﻞ ﻳﻮﻡ ﺗﺒﻬﺖ ﻣﻼ‌ﻣﺤﻬﺎ ﻭﻣﻊ ﻛﻞ ﺗﻔﺼﻴﻞ ﻳُﻤﺤﻰ ﻳﻔﻘﺪ ﻫﻮ ﺍﻵ‌ﺧﺮ ﺟﺰﺀﺍً ﻣﻨﻪ..ﻗﻠﺒﻪ ﺷﺎﺥ..ﻭﺟﻬﻪ ﻟﻢ ﻳﻌﺪ ﻭﺟﻪ ﺷﺎﺏ ﺃﺑﺪﺍً..ﺭﺑﻤﺎ ﻭﺟﻪ ﻣﻌﻤﺮ ﺷَﻬﺪِ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺃﺣﺪﺍﺙ ﻗﺮﻥ..ﻣﻌﻤﺮ ﺗﺠﺎﻭﺯ ﻋﻤﺮﻩ ﺍﻟﻤﺎﺋﺔ ﻋﺎﻡ..ﻋﻴﻨﺎﻩ ﻏﺎﺋﺮﺗﺎﻥ ﻛﻜﻬﻒ ﻣﺨﻴﻒ ﻓﻲ ﺟﻮﻑ ﺍﻟﺠﺒﻞ..ﺗﺤﻤﻼ‌ﻥ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﻨﺪﻡ ﻣﺎ ﻻ‌ ﻳﺘﺴﻊ ﻟﻪ ﻛﻮﻥ ﺑﺄﻛﻤﻠﻪ..ﻛﺎﻷ‌ﺷﺒﺎﺡ..ﻫﺬﺍ ﺍﻟﻮﺻﻒ ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﻳﻨﺎﺳﺐ ﺣﺎﻟﻪ..ﻳﺤﺘﺮﻕ ﺑﻨﻴﺮﺍﻥ ﺍﻟﻔﻘﺪﺍﻥ ﻭﺗﺬﺑﺤﻪ ﺁﻻ‌ﻡ ﺍﻟﺤﻨﻴﻦ ﻭﻟﻜﻨﻪ ﻣﺎ ﻳﺰﺍﻝ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻗﻴﺪ ﺍﻟﺤﻴﺎﺓ..ﻳﺘﻨﻔﺲ ﻣﻴﺘﺎً..ﻟﻢ ﻳﻜﻦ ﻳﺘﺨﻴﻞ ﻳﻮﻣﺎً ﺃﻥ ﻳﺼﺤﻮ ﻭﻻ‌ ﻳﺠﺪﻫﺎ..ﻛﺎﻥ ﻳﻈﻨﻬﺎ ﻣﻼ‌ﻛﻪ ﺍﻟﺨﺎﻟﺪ ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﻟﻦ ﻳﺘﺮﻛﻪ ﻳﻮﻣﺎً..ﻣﻼ‌ﻛﻪ ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﺳﻴﺴﺎﻣﺤﻪ ﻣﻬﻤﺎ ﻓﻌﻞ..ﺗﺸﻴﻄﻦ..ﻛﺎﻥ ﺷﻴﻄﺎﻧﺎً ﺑﻘﻠﺐ ﺃﺑﻴﺾ ﻏﺎﻓﻞٍ ﻋﻦ ﺍﻟﻘﺎﺩﻡ..ﺑﺪﺍﻳﺔ ﺃﻏﺮﻗﻬﺎ ﺣﺒﺎً ﺛﻢ ﺗﺤﻮﻝ ﺇﻟﻰ ﺃﺧﺮﻕ ﺛَﻤﻞ..ﺃﺣﺮﻕ ﻗﻠﺒﻬﺎ..ﺃﻭﺟﻌﻬﺎ..ﺃﺫﺍﻗﻬﺎ ﻣﺮﺍﺭﺓ ﺍﻟﺤﺐ..ﺍﺳﺘﻨﺰﻑ ﺭﻭﺣﻬﺎ ﻗﻄﻌﺔ ﻗﻄﻌﺔ..ﺣﺘﻰ ﻏﺎﺩﺭﺗﻬﺎ ﺗﻤﺎﻣﺎً..ﻋﻨﺪﻫﺎ ﺍﺳﺘﻴﻘﻆ ﻣﻦ ﺛﻤﺎﻟﺘﻪ..ﻛﺎﻥ ﺭﺣﻴﻠﻬﺎ ﺑﻤﺜﺎﺑﺔ ﻟﺘﺮﺍﺕ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﻘﻬﻮﺓ ﺷﺮﺑﻬﺎ ﺩﻓﻌﺔ ﻭﺍﺣﺪﺓ ﻟﺘﻴﻘﻈﻪ ﺑﺴﺮﻋﺔ ﺃﻗﺮﺏ ﺇﻟﻰ ﺳﺮﻋﺔ ﺍﻟﻀﻮﺀ..ﻟﻢ ﻳﺼﺪﻕ..ﺃﻧﻜﺮ..ﻇﻨﻬﺎ ﺗﺨﺪﻋﻪ ﺃﻭ ﺗﺨﻴﻔﻪ ﺑﻠﻌﺒﺔ ﻃﻔﻮﻟﻴﺔ ﻟﻐﻀﺒﻬﺎ ﻋﻠﻴﻪ..ﺇﻻ‌ ﺃﻧﻬﺎ ﻟﻢ ﺗﻜﻦ ﻟﻌﺒﺔ ﺃﺑﺪﺍً..ﻛﺎﻥ ﺭﺣﻴﻼ‌ً ﺃﺑﺪﻳﺎً..ﻃﺮﻳﻖ ﺫﻫﺎﺏ ﻓﻘﻂ ﻻ‌ ﺇﻳﺎﺏ..ﻗﻀﻰ ﺃﻳﺎﻣﺎً ﻣﻔﺰﻋﺔ..ﻛﻮﺍﺑﻴﺲ ﻭﺃﺣﻼ‌ﻡ ﻳﻘﻈﺔ ﻣﺨﻴﻔﺔ..ﻟﻢ ﻳﻌﺪ ﻳﻔﺮﻕ ﺑﻴﻦ ﺍﻟﻨﻮﻡ ﻭﺍﻻ‌ﺳﺘﻴﻘﺎﻅ..ﺻﺎﺭﺕ ﺃﻳﺎﻣﻪ ﻭﻛﺄﻧﻬﺎ ﺑﻼ‌ ﻏﺪ..ﻛﻞ ﻳﻮﻡ ﻣﻮﺕ ﺃﻓﻈﻊ ﻣﻦ ﺳﺎﺑﻘﻪ..ﺗﺎﺭﺓ ﺑﺬﻛﺮﻯ..ﺗﺎﺭﺓ ﺑﺘﺴﺠﻴﻞ ﻟﺼﻮﺗﻬﺎ..ﺻﻮﺭﺓ ﻟﻬﺎ..ﺻﻮﺭ ﻟﻬﻤﺎ..ﻋﻄﺮﻫﺎ..ﻣﻼ‌ﺑﺴﻬﺎ..ﻛﻞ ﺷﻲﺀ ﻳﻤﺖ ﻟﻬﺎ ﺑﺼﻠﺔ ﺣﺘﻰ ﻗﻠﺒﻪ ﺻﺎﺭ ﻳﺸﻜﻞ ﻟﻪ ﻣﻮﺗﺎً ﻣﺨﻴﻔﺎً..ﻳﻘﻒ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻗﺒﺮﻫﺎ ﺑﺼﻤﺖ ﻣﻮﺟﻊ..ﻋﻴﻨﺎﻩ ﺗﺘﻤﻨﻰ ﺭﺅﻳﺘﻬﺎ..ﻳﺘﻤﻨﻰ ﻟﻮ ﻳﺤﺼﻞ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺩﻗﺎﺋﻖ ﻟﻴﺨﺒﺮﻫﺎ ﺑﻨﺪﻣﻪ ﻟﻌﻠﻬﺎ ﺗﺼﻔﺢ ﻋﻨﻪ..ﻳﺮﻳﺪ ﺃﻥ ﺗﺴﺎﻣﺤﻪ ﻫﻲ ﻛﻲ ﺗﺴﺎﻣﺤﻪ ﺍﻟﺤﻴﺎﺓ ﺍﻟﺘﻲ ﻧﻘﻤﺖ ﻋﻠﻴﻪ ﺑﺮﺣﻴﻠﻬﺎ..ﻛﻢ ﻫﻮ ﻣﻮﺟﻊ ﺍﻟﻔﻘﺪﺍﻥ..ﻣﺰﺩﺣﻢ ﺑﺎﻟﻔﺮﺍﻍ ﻭﻣﻤﺘﻠﺊ ﺑﺎﻟﻮﻫﻢ..ﻛﻼ‌ﻫﻤﺎ ﻳﺒﻜﻴﺎﻥ..ﻛﻼ‌ﻫﻤﺎ ﺷﺒﺢ..ﻫﻲ ﻓﻲ ﺍﻟﺴﻤﺎﺀ ﻭﻫﻮ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺍﻷ‌ﺭﺽ ﻳﺨﺒﺮﻫﺎ ﻛﻢ ﻫﻮ ﻧﺎﺩﻡ ﻣﺘﺨﺬﺍً ﻣﻦ ﻟﻐﺔ ﺍﻻ‌ﻋﺘﺬﺍﺭ ﻟﻐﺔ ﺭﺳﻤﻴﺔ..ﻭﺗﺨﺒﺮﻩ ﻫﻲ ﺃﻧﻬﺎ ﺳﺎﻣﺤﺘﻪ..ﻛﺎﻧﺖ ﺗﻌﻠﻢ ﺃﻧﻪ ﺛﻤﻞ ﻻ‌ ﺃﻛﺜﺮ..ﺣﺎﻭﻟﺖ ﺃﻥ ﺗﻮﻗﻈﻪ ﻛﺜﻴﺮﺍً..ﻛﺎﻧﺖ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻭﺷﻚ ﺍﻟﻨﺠﺎﺡ ﻟﻜﻦ ﺍﻟﻤﻮﺕ ﻛﺎﻥ ﺃﺳﺮﻉ ﻣﻨﻬﺎ..ﺗﺘﻤﻨﻰ ﻟﻮ ﻳﺴﻤﻌﻬﺎ ﻭﻳﻌﺮﻑ ﻛﻢ ﺗﺤﺒﻪ..ﻭﻟﻜﻦ ﻫﻴﻬﺎﺕ...
ﺗﺴﻤﻌﻪ ﻭﻻ‌ ﻳﺴﻤﻌﻬﺎ..ﺗﺮﺍﻩ ﻭﻻ‌ ﻳﺮﺍﻫﺎ..ﻳﺘﻜﻠﻢ ﻓﺘﺠﻴﺒﻪ ﺃﺻﻮﺍﺕ ﺍﻟﺒﻮﻡ ﻓﻘﻂ...ﻳﺒﺪﺃ ﺍﻟﻠﻴﻞ ﺑﺎﻋﺘﺬﺍﺭﺗﻪ ﺍﻟﻤﺘﻮﺍﻟﻴﺔ..ﻳﻨﺘﺼﻒ ﺑﺪﻣﻮﻋﻪ ﻭﺻﺮﺍﺧﻪ..ﻭﻳﻨﺘﻬﻲ ﺑﻪ ﻧﺎﺋﻢ ﺑﺄﺣﻀﺎﻥ ﺍﻟﺘﺮﺑﺔ ﺍﻟﺘﻲ ﺗﺤﺘﻀﻨﻬﺎ...
ﻫﻜﺬﺍ ﻫﻮ ﺍﻟﻔﻘﺪﺍﻥ ﺃﻥ ﺗﺘﻤﻨﻰ ﺍﻟﻠﻘﺎﺀ ﻷ‌ﺟﺰﺍﺀ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﺜﺎﻧﻴﺔ ﻭﻻ‌ ﺗﺴﺘﻄﻴﻊ ﺑﻴﻨﻤﺎ ﻛﺎﻥ ﻟﺪﻳﻚ ﻋﻤﺮ ﺑﺄﻛﻤﻠﻪ ﻭﻟﻜﻨﻚ ﺃﻫﺪﺭﺗﻪ ﻋﺒﺜﺎً ﺑﻼ‌ﺣﻘﺎً ﻭﺭﺑﻤﺎ ﻏﺪﺍً..ﻭﺑﻴﻦ ﺍﻟﺘﺮﺩﺩ ﻭﺍﻻ‌ﻧﺘﻈﺎﺭ ﺗﻔﻘﺪ ﺍﻟﻔﺮﺻﺔ...