By Darwish Mahmoud
ΠΠ½ΠΈΠ³Π° ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡ
ΠΠ°ΠΆΠ΄Π°Ρ ΠΈΡΡΠΎΡΠΈΡ Π² ΡΡΠΎΠΉ ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π±ΠΎΡΠΊΠ΅ Π·Π°Π½ΠΈΠΌΠ°Π΅Ρ Π½Π΅ Π±ΠΎΠ»ΡΡΠ΅ ΡΡΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΡΡ, Π½ΠΎ ΠΎΡΡΠ°Π²Π»ΡΠ΅Ρ ΠΎΡΡΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠ΅, Π±ΡΠ΄ΡΠΎ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΠΈΡΠ°Π» ΡΠ΅Π»ΡΡ ΠΏΠΎΠ²Π΅ΡΡΡ. ΠΠ΅ΡΠΎΠΈ β ΡΠ΅ΠΊΠΈ, ΠΏΡΠΈΡΡ, Π΄Π΅ΡΠΈ ΠΈ ΡΡΠ°ΡΠΈΠΊΠΈ β ΡΡΠ°Π»ΠΊΠΈΠ²Π°ΡΡΡΡ Ρ ΠΏΡΠΎΡΡΡΠΌΠΈ Π²ΠΎΠΏΡΠΎΡΠ°ΠΌΠΈ: ΡΡΠΎ Π·Π½Π°ΡΠΈΡ ΠΆΠΈΡΡ, Π΅ΡΠ»ΠΈ Π²Π½ΡΡΡΠΈ ΠΏΡΡΡΠΎΡΠ°; ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΡΡΠΎΠ»ΠΈΡΡ ΠΆΠ°ΠΆΠ΄Ρ, ΠΊΠΎΠ³Π΄Π° ΡΡΠ΄ΠΎΠΌ ΡΠ΅ΡΡΡ Π²ΠΎΠ΄Π°; ΠΌΠΎΠΆΠ½ΠΎ Π»ΠΈ Π²Π΅ΡΠ½ΡΡΡ Π²ΡΠ΅ΠΌΡ, ΠΏΠΎΠ΄Π°ΡΠΈΠ² Π΅Π³ΠΎ Π΄ΡΡΠ³ΠΎΠΌΡ. Π’Π΅ΠΊΡΡ Π·Π²ΡΡΠΈΡ ΠΊΠ°ΠΊ ΡΡΠΏΠ»ΠΎΠ΅ ΠΌΠΎΠ»ΡΠ°Π½ΠΈΠ΅: Π½ΡΠ°Π²ΠΎΡΡΠ΅Π½ΠΈΠΉ Π½Π΅Ρ, ΡΠΎΠ»ΡΠΊΠΎ ΡΠΎΡΠ½ΡΠ΅ ΠΎΠ±ΡΠ°Π·Ρ, Π·Π° ΠΊΠΎΡΠΎΡΡΠΌΠΈ ΡΠΈΡΠ°ΡΠ΅Π»Ρ ΡΠ°ΡΠΏΠΎΠ·Π½Π°ΡΡ ΡΠΎΠ±ΡΡΠ²Π΅Π½Π½ΡΠ΅ ΡΠΎΠΌΠ½Π΅Π½ΠΈΡ ΠΈ Π½Π°Π΄Π΅ΠΆΠ΄Ρ.
A book of parables
Every story here fits on a single page yet feels like a full tale. Rivers, birds, children and elders confront simple questions: what it means to live while feeling empty inside, how to quench thirst when water flows nearby, whether time can be returned by giving it away. The prose reads like warm silence: no sermons, only precise images that let readers recognize their own doubts and hopes.