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تاريخ التسجيل : 04/09/2012
|موضوع: English short story: A Black Bird الثلاثاء سبتمبر 04, 2012 7:56 am|| |
A Black Bird
I was looking through the single window in my room staring at the sun fading from the horizon. In those cold moments of the day, no bird would dare to fly around as it was the sunset. It was a cold evning in this sever winter.
I was enjoying the fresh air blowing in my face. Suddenly I heard some claps of wings above my window. It was a bird standing above the window, I thought. The sound was getting near my ears. Then, I heard a bird twitering. It was a sad song. I could feel him moarning in a deep voice. It made me feel sad too. I moved my head right and then to the left following the source of that voice so that I could hear it well. I listened attentively to each syllable the bird uttered. I listened attentively to whole of its gloomy cries. Clearly, they were cries of pain. At that moment, I got enough sadness to close the window.
As I was pushing the window, the bird surprisingly appeared. I think he had hesiteted many times before he decided to come out and stand on the edge of my window. He was a bird of black feathers and a tiny beak that was nearly yellow. His eyes were glitering like tow stars in deep darkness. The bird stopped twittering. He spread its wings and leaned forwards. His right wing was bleeding, which made me look at him with pity.
At that particular moment, I saw its deep wound; the bird had been hit by a sharp stone and it was still bleeding before my eyes. He looked at me with sad eyes. He was crying silently. I shed a tear for him.
Afterwords, the bird tried to lift his both wings but he couldn’t lift the wounded one. He was sorry that he couldn’t lift its wounded wing and I was sorry that his wing was wounded. “Birds must greet each other lifting both wings,” I said to my self.
Soon after that, the bird spoke to me. I was shocked. It was the first time a bird spoke to me and it was the first time I spoke to a bird. He told me that he was flying back to his nest when he was hit in his righ wing so it fell down, he continued in a sad voice, above my window. The bird could not fly since his wing was broken. He was obviously helpless.
I gave some glances of of sympathy with him and just before I could say a word, the bird put in: “Can I be your guest for this night? I know I am just a black bird, but can I be your guest?”
I smiled and opened the whole of my window as to say welcome. The bird, looking inside my warm room, smiled happily too, and as soon as he jumped from the edge of my window into my room, he fell down on the floor, dead.
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|موضوع: رد: English short story: A Black Bird الإثنين سبتمبر 10, 2012 2:41 am|| |
think u so much hicham 4 the story amazin like u
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تاريخ التسجيل : 18/07/2012