Ali Kochike
Ali Boneh Gir
woke up in the middle of the night,
rubbed his eyes,
yawned with three or four yawns, he
got up,
what was the matter?
What did he see?
He had dreamed of a fish
, a fish, as if it were a pile of embroidery, as if it were
a silk shelf
with a beaded border,
as if they had embroidered cream on the leaves of the Abbasid lullaby, they
were playing with rockets, in his eyes
were two smooth diamond gems
, everything was
slowly stretching himself out in the water, his face was
pampered, the smell of tension, the
smell of new notebooks,
the smell of a big zero and his side was one or two
.The smell of the Eid night and the kitchen and the vows of counting
the stars, in bed, on the back of the smell of rain
on the bricks of the carpet in the yard, the
smell of lavashak, the smell of chocolate, as if the light was
going in the water of the gem of the night,
as if the little girl of Shaprion was
walking around the garden and ragh in a crystal corner,
and the
rain light above her head was the light of the rain,
maybe it was from the tribe of jinn and fairies,
maybe it was from that fish. It was a fish,
maybe it was a sharp fantasy, it was a cursory fantasy, whatever it
was, whoever it was,
Ali the little one, who
had faded into watching it, was
obsessed with it, and he was fascinated by it,
everything that he took to show that
color of the young light of silver, he
sparkled and rained, and the water became black, the earth became shimmering under the body of the fish, the grass was turned
away and smoked, the light burned
and was destroyed
again, like any other. At night, the head of a little Ali, whose
handkerchief was full of pears,
no springs, no fish, no sleep, the wind was breathing in the wind, he was breathing in the wind, he was
pulling his hair from the
long liner of Gul Agha, he was
rejecting his prayer tent
on the clothesline, because they were sweating and touching
each others bodies, and they were feeling as
if they were filled and emptied of bad thoughts.
And they played instruments
, and as the wind calmed down,
the frogs sang from the bottom of the garden.
