Hidden Appearance | تیم ترجمه انجمن رمان ۹۸

YeGaNeH · 14/4/23

:Name •
Hidden Appearance

:Genres •
Romance, Tragedy

:Author •
FaTeMeH QaSeMi

:Translators •
Tiralin
Nazgol.H

:Introduction •
Sometimes, crying jumps in the middle of your laugh barefoot and reveals everything.ↁ
At the moment when you are drowning in happiness, the smile is on your face, like a bud that grew in the autumn, suddenly dries up
when the sound of your laughter deafens the ears of the world; Something silently breaks in the corner of your heart.ↁ
And there is no way to prove your pain.ↁ

Nazgol.H · 15/4/23

Sometimes I get lost in my childhood days; But not in busy street or bazar, in the the commotion of your heart.ↁ
There is nothing from me in your heart.ↁ
No sound!ↁ
No look!ↁ
none more than nothing
But no, there are a few drops of blood here.ↁ
it's me drowned in blood, and pulse of feeling that doesn't beat anymore.ↁ
My body is frozen from unkindness and whiteness of my face, even it can be seen behind the blood.ↁ
And how well you killed my feelings in your heart.ↁ

Nazgol.H · 15/4/23

Show my face mirror, I am not what I see.ↁ
It's the game of the times that has suffocated everyone behind a mask and there is no sound except complaints and the lump in throats that break by laughing.ↁ
Mirror, I have sent my memories to the road of oblivion
But come and call me، maybe my forgetfulness will end.ↁ
I am tired, mirror, come and save me from the suffocation I have caused.ↁ
Make me be myself, myself.ↁ

Nazgol.H · 16/4/23

When I get bored, I take my pen and notebook and take refuge in the corner of the yard.ↁ
I throw my small rug and drown into my thoughts.ↁ
I swing my pencil like a dancer.ↁ
When I come to myself, I see that my heart painted you.ↁ
Maybe because of this, my friends call my pen a feeling pen.ↁ
***
the rain, stop!ↁ
I have no more tears to shed, nothing to lose.ↁ
Me and a heart, which beats its last!ↁ

Nazgol.H · 16/4/23

He tied his shoelaces and opens the door.ↁ
He was whispering zikrs under his breath, perhaps they were his romantic whispers with Hossein.ↁI
I took his hand
dear father where are you going?ↁ_
He smiled painfully and said:ↁ
Don't you hear?! Hussein's voice, is still heard?ↁ
He paused and said:ↁ-
I must go.ↁ
I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and said:ↁ
ↁ_dear Father, Imam Hossein is strange this year. Stranger than every year.ↁ
The roads bear the main sorrow. The roads that carry pilgrims at this time every year.ↁ
This year, dear father, there is no news of any road, no pilgrims are going to Karbala.ↁ
This year, we should cry at home, not for Hossein's situation, for Hossein's friends situation, who wants the shrine but don't have
Hossein.ↁ

Nazgol.H · 16/4/23

The train of life is going, but we are drowned of watching out of the train!ↁ
He whistles and makes his breath to smoke, to distract us from the mortal world; But we walk away from the train fearlessly.ↁ
Station to station, farther and farther.ↁ
It is as if we have forgotten where we came from and where we are going.ↁ
Where is the final destination?!ↁ
At the last station, there are not more than a few people and this is the custom of our service.ↁ
Forgetting and forgetting.ↁ
We are badly lost, aren't we?!ↁ

Nazgol.H · 21/4/23

I am filled with fear.ↁ
Like a baby rabbit caught by an eagle.ↁ
I am afraid
Like a child who has given up his homework at half.ↁ
I'm afraid, I'm afraid of a world that, with a wrong point, becomes a criminal.ↁ
By moving a word, the look of sin!
With a small mistake, good things turn into smoke!ↁ
I am afraid, I am afraid of a world that is miles away from reality.ↁ
From the people who are lost behind the mask!ↁ
Yes, I am afraid of these hidden finds strangely.ↁ

Nazgol.H · 21/4/23

Sometimes, questions knock the door of my head and I don't have anything to answer them.ↁ
Why so much construction?ↁ
Why all this distance?ↁ
Why giveing so much trouble?ↁ
After all, are we not going to be the guests of Nikiro Mankar?!ↁ
Why cry, when we leave here soon and everything will be over.ↁ
Why to disappearing the suffering in a corner of the heart?ↁ
What is the benefit of giving sorrows to others as gift?ↁ
When these days, we leave with Surah Ikhlas.ↁ

Nazgol.H · 29/4/23

One day the ink of the author of grief will run out.ↁ
One day, my tears won't have a party with my frozen cheeks.ↁ
One day someone will heal my wounds.ↁ
One day, my moans escape and come out of my mouth.ↁ
And one day all these days will be an experience for me.ↁ

Nazgol.H · 29/4/23

I dreamed one night in the world of dream; My heart grabbed her breast and separated from her.ↁ
It gave me a pitiful look and closed the window to leave.ↁ
When I felt the emptiness in my heart, I got up to prevent it from leaving. But I lost it in that morning fog.ↁ
Distraught and with bloodshot eyes, I looked for it from street to street, alley to alley. But it wasn't.ↁ
Not in other hearts, and not playing.ↁ
After a lot of chasing, I finally found it in the same place as usual.ↁ
You know what I'm talking about, don't you?ↁ
You remember, one day your breasts was its safe place.ↁ
Yes, right there next to you.ↁ
I should have guessed it would be here.ↁ
Again, your air was drawn it here.ↁ
Poorly who has no sense and does not know that it should not touch something that is not its share
Whenever I'm away from you, a piece of it remained with you.ↁ
The last time, it was broken in my hands.ↁ
I jumped out of sleep with fear; But I wish it was just a dream.ↁ
I take refuge from nightmare to nightmare every night.ↁ

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