.ﻣﺤﻤﺪ رﺑﯿﻊ اﻟﺸﻠﻮي.
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ﺍﻟـﺩﻭﺍﺭ.
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ﺨﺭﻴﻑ ٢٠١٤ﻡ.
ﺇﻫﺪﺀ .. ﺇﱃ ﻗﺮﺍﺋﻲ ﺍﻻﻋﺰﺍﺀ .. ﺇﱃ ﻛﻞ ﻣﻦ ﻋﻨﻮﺍ ﺑﺄﻣﺮ ﺍﻟﻮﻃﻦ .. ﻭﺷﻐﻠﺘﻬﻢ ﻗﻀﻴﺘﻪ .. ﺇﱃ ﺣﺒﻴﺒﺔ ﳎﻬﻮﻟﺔ.. ﺇﱃ ﻭﻃﻦ ﺟﺮﻳﺢ .. ﺇﱃ ﻛﺘﺎﺏ ﺍﻟﻘﺼﺔ ﺍﻟﺮﻣﺰﻳﺔ ..ﻭ ﺃﺩﺑﺎﺀ ﺍﻟﺬﻭﻕ ﺍﻟﺮﻓﻴﻊ.
ﻛﻠﻤﺔ ﺍﻟﻜﺎﺗﺐ. ﻣﺎ ﺍﻛﺜﺮ ﻣﺎ ﻳﺎﺧﺬﱐ ﺍﻟﻌﺠﺐ ،ﺑﺎﻣﺮﻫﺬﻩ ﺍﻻﻣﺔ ،ﲞﻔﺔ ﻇﻠﻬﻢ ﺑﻴﺪ ﺍﻧﲏ ﻣﺸﻐﻮﻝ ﺑﺄﻣﺮ ﺍﻟﻌﺎﻣﺔ ، ﻭﻗﻀﺎﻳﺎﻫﻢ ،ﻭﻟﻜﻦ ﰲ ﻋﺎﱂ ﺍﻟﻈﻞ ،ﻓﻼ ﻳﻌﺮﺽ ﱄ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻣﺮ ﺇﻻ ﻭﺍﺭﺩﻩ ﺇﱃ ﺃﺻﻠﻪ ،ﻭﺃﺧﺬﻩ ﺑﺎﻟﺘﺤﻠﻴﻞ ﺗﺎﺭﺓ ﻭﺍﻟﺘﻌﻠﻴﻞ ﺗﺎﺭﺓ ﺍﺧﺮﻯ ،ﺣﱴ ﺍﻓﺴﺪ ﻋﻠﻲ ﺫﻟﻚ ﺍﳌﻨﻬﺞ ﻋﻘﻠﻲ ﻭﻋﻘﻴﺪﰐ ﰲ ﺗﺒﲔ ﺍﻻﺷﻴﺎﺀ ﻭﺇﺳﺘﺠﻼﺀ ﻣﺎﻫﻴﺘﻬﺎ ﻭﻛﻨﻬﻬﺎ ،ﻓﺎﺻﺒﺤﺖ ﺻﻌﺐ ﺍﻹﻗﻨﺎﻉ ،ﻭﻟﺴﺖ ﺍﺩﺭﻱ ﻣﺎ ﺩﻓﻌﲏ ﻟﻜﻨﺎﺑﺔ ﻫﺬﻩ ﺍﻟﻘﺼﺔ ،ﻭﻣﺎ ﺍﺟﺄﱐ ﻟﺘﺴﻄﲑ ﳎﺮﻳﺎﺕ ﺃﺣﺪﺍﺛﻬﺎ ، ﻓﻘﺪ ﻋﻠﻤﺖ ﻣﻦ ﺟﺮﻳﺎﻥ ﺍﳊﺪﺛﺎﻥ ﻛﻴﻒ ﺃﺻﱪ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺍﻟﻔﻜﺮﺓ ﺣﱴ ﲣﺘﻤﺮ ،ﻭﻛﻴﻒ ﺃﺗﺮﻳﺚ ﻭﺍﺧﺬ ﻟﻔﺴﻲ ﺑﺎﳍﺪﻭﺀ ﻭﺍﻟﺘﺆﺩﻩ ﺣﱴ ﺗﺴﺘﺒﲔ ﺍﳊﻘﻴﻘﺔ ،ﻛﻠﺸﻤﺲ ﰲ ﻛﺒﻴﺪﺍﺀ ﺍﻟﺴﻤﺎﺀ ،ﻭﻣﺎ ﺍﺳﺘﺮﻋﻰ ﺇﻧﺘﺒﺎﻫﻲ ﻭﻣﺎ ﺍﺣﺰﻧﲏ ﺑﺸﺪﻩ ،ﻫﻮ ﺃﻥ ﻫﺬﻩ ﺍﻻﻣﺔ ﺃﺻﺒﺢ ﺟﺎﻫﻠﻬﺎ ﻛﻤﺜﻘﻔﻴﻬﺎ ﺳﻮﺍﺀﺍﹰ ﺑﺴﻮﺍﺀ ﻭﲤﺎﻡ ﺑﺘﻤﺎﻡ ،ﻓﻼ ﻳﻨﺘﻬﻲ ﲰﻌﻚ ﻟﻜﻼﻡ ﺍﳌﺜﻘﻒ ﺣﱴ ﺗﺼﺪﻡ ﲟﺎ ﻳﻘﻮﻟﻪ ،ﻭﺗﺼﻌﻖ ﻣﻦ ﻓﻬﻤﻪ ﺍﻟﺒﺴﻴﻂ ،ﻭﺭﻛﺎﻛﺔ ﻟﻐﺘﻪ ،ﻭﺿﻌﻒ ﺑﻴﺎﻧﻪ ﰲ ﺳﺮﺩ ﲢﻠﻴﻼﺗﻪ ﺍﻟﺴﻄﺤﻴﺔ ،ﺃﻣﺎ ﻋﻦ ﳉﺎﻫﻞ ﻓﻬﻮ ﻣﻌﺬﻭﺭ ،ﻭﻟﻜﻦ ﺣﺪﺙ ﻭﻻﺣﺮﺝ . ﻟﺴﺖ ﺃﺩﺭﻱ ﰲ ﺃﻱ ﺯﻣﺎﻥ ﻭﻗﻌﺖ ﺃﺣﺪﺍﺙ ﻫﺬﻩ ﺍﻟﻘﺼﺔ ،ﻻﱐ ﺣﲔ ﺗﻄﻠﻌﺖ ﻟﻜﺘﺎﺑﺘﻬﺎ ،ﻛﻨﺖ ﻻ ﺍﺭﻯ ﺳﻮﻯ ﺍﻟﺮﻣﺰﻳﺔ ﰲ ﺃﻭﺝ ﺻﻮﺭﻫﺎ ،ﻭﻟﻜﲏ ﺃﻗﺪﺭ ﺍﳌﻜﺎﻥ ﻭﺍﺫﻛﺮﻩ ،ﻭﺍﺧﺘﺮﺕ ﳍﺎ ﺍﻟﺰﻣﺎﻥ ﺍﳌﺘﺸﺎﺑﻪ ،ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﻳﺘﻤﺎﺷﻰ ﻭﻣﺎ ﺧﻄﻄﺖ ﻟﻪ ﰲ ﻋﺮﺽ ﻗﺼﱵ .
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ﻛﺎﻧﺖ ﻗﺮﻳﺔﹰ ﻣﻄﻤﺌﺔ ﻳﺄﺗﻴﻬﺎ ﺭﺯﻗﻬﺎ ﺭﻏﺪﺍﹰ ،ﻳﻌﻴﺶ ﺃﻫﻠﻬﺎ ﰲ ﺗﺮﻑ ﻭﻧﻌﻴﻢ ﻣﻘﻴﻢ ،ﻻ ﻟﺜﺮﺍﺋﻬﻢ ﺍﻭ ﺩﻋﺘﻬﻢ ،ﻭﺇﳕﺎ ﻟﺒﺴﺎﻃﺔ ﺳﺒﻞ ﻣﻌﻴﺸﺘﻬﻢ ،ﻫﺬﺍ ﺍﻟﺒﻠﺪ ﺍﻟﻄﻴﺐ ،ﺍﻭ ﺍﻟﻘﺮﻳﺔ ،ﻭﻣﻊ ﻫﻄﻮﻝ ﺍﳌﻄﺮ ،ﻭﺍﻟﺴﻤﺎﺀ ﺗﺰﺥ ﲟﺎﺀ ﻣﻨﻬﻤﺮ، ﺣﱴ ﺳﺎﻟﺖ ﺍﻭﺩﻳﺔ ﺑﻘﺪﺭﻫﺎ ،ﻭﺍﻟﺼﺒﻴﺔ ﺑﺎﻟﻘﺮﻳﺔ ﻣﻊ ﺫﻟﻚ ﻻ ﻳﻨﻔﻜﻮﻥ ﻋﻦ ﺍﻟﻌﺪﻭ ،ﺣﻔﺎﺓﹰ ،ﻳﺘﺼﺎﳛﻮﻥ ﻭﻳﻬﻠﻠﻮﻥ ،ﻭﻳﻌﺒﺜﻮﻥ ﻓﺮﺣﺎﹰ ﺬﻩ ﻟﻠﺤﻈﺔ .ﺍﻟﱵ ﺩﺍﻋﺒﺖ ﻓﻴﻬﺎ ﻣﺎﺀ ﺍﳌﻄﺮ ﻣﻼﺑﺴﻬﻢ. ﻭﺭﻳﺢﹴ ﺷﺪﻳﺪ ، ﻳﺮﺗﻔﻊ ﺻﻮﺕ ﺍﻹﻣﺎﻡ ﻭﻫﻮ ﻳﺮﺩﺩ ﰲ ﺻﻼﺓ ﺍﳌﻐﺮﺏ ،ﺁﻳﺎﺕ ﺳﻮﺭﺓ ﺍﳊﺞ ـ ﻓﻜﺄﻳﻦ ﻣﻦ ﻗﺮﻳﺔ ﺃﻫﻠﻜﻨﺎﻫﺎ ﻭﻫﻲ ﻇﺎﳌﺔ ﻓﻬﻲ ﺧﺎﻭﻳﺔ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻋﺮﻭﺷﻬﺎ ﻭﺑﺌﺮ ﻣﻌﻄﻠﺔ ﻭﻗﺼﺮ ﻣﺸﻴﺪ ـــــــــــــــــــــــــــــ َﺳﻜﹸﻦ ﰲ اﻟﺪﱠوارِ :ﺍﻟﻘﹶﺮﻳﺔﹸ ﰲ ﺍﻟﺒﺎﺩﻳﺔ ﺗﻀﻢ ﻋﺪﺩﺍﹰ ﻣﺤﺪﻭﺩﺍﹰ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﺪﻭﺭﹺ ﺩﻭﺍﺭ :ﻣﱰﻝ ﻛﺒﲑ ﻟﻸﺳﺮﺓ ﺍﻟﺮﻳﻔﻴﺔ ﺩﻭﺍﺭ ﺍﻟﻌﻤﺪﺓ
ﳌﺎ ﺑﻠﻎ ﺍﺷﺪﻩ ﻭﺍﺳﺘﻮﻯ ،ﻛﺎﻥ ﺫﺍﺋﻊ ﺍﻟﺼﻴﺖ ،ﻣﻨﺬ ﻧﻌﻮﻣﺔ ﺃﻇﺎﻓﺮﻩ ،ﻃﻮﻳﻞ ﺍﻟﻨﺠﺎﺩ ﺭﻓﻴﻊ ﺍﻟﻌﻤﺎﺩ ،ﺭﺃﻯ ﻣﺎﺭﺃﻯ ،ﳌﺎ ﺍﺷﺘﺪ ﺍﻟﻈﻠﻢ ﻟﻪ ﻭﻣﺎﺭﺁﻩ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻷﺟﺎﻧﺐ ،ﻭﻣﻦ ﻣﻘﺘﻞ ﻋﻤﻪ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻳﺪ ﺍﻟﺒﺎﺷﺎ ،ﻭﻣﺎﺭﺁﻩ ﻣﻦ ﲣﺎﺫﻝ ﻋﻤﻪ ﺍﻟﻌﻤﺪﻩ ﻭﺗﻮﺍﺗﻴﻪ ﻭﻣﻮﻗﻔﻪ ﺍﳌﺨﺰﻱ ﲡﺎﻩ ﺣﱴ ﺟﺎﺀﺕ ﺍﻟﺜﻮﺭﺓ ﻓﻔﺮﻫﺎﺭﺑﺎﹰ ،ﻭﻣﻊ ﺫﻟﻚ ﱂ ﺗﺰﻝ ﺣﺒﻴﺒﺘﻪ ،ﺗﺘﺴﻘﻂ ﺍﺧﺒﺎﺭﻩ ﻭﺗﺘﻨﺴﻢ ﺃﻱ ﺭﻳﺢ ﺗﺎﱐ ﻟﻪ ﺑﺎﻳﺔ ﺣﺪﻳﺚ ﳝﺖ ﺑﺼﻠﻪ ﳊﺒﻴﺒﻬﺎ . ﺑﻌﺪﻣﺎ ﻇﻠﻢ ﺍﻟﺒﺎﺷﺎ ﺍﻟﻔﺴﺎﺩ ﺑﻠﻎ ﺍﻟﺒﻢ ﻗﻤﺘﻪ ﻭﺃﻭﺟﻪ ،ﻣﻦ ﻫﺬﺍ ﺍﻟﺒﺎﺷﺎ ﺍﳌﺘﻐﻄﺮﺱ ،ﰲ ﻣﺸﻴﺘﻪ ﺷﻴﺊ ﻣﻦ ﺍﳋﻴﻼﺀ ،ﳝﺸﻴﻔﻲ ﺍﻻﺭﺽ ﻣﺮﺣﺎﹰ ،ﻣﺼﻌﺮﺍﹰ ﺧﺪﻩ ﻟﻠﻨﺎﺱ ﻗﺎﱐ ﻋﻄﻔﻪ ،ﻭﻛﺎﻧﻪ ﻣﻦ ﺟﻨﺲ ﺁﺧﺮ ، ﺛﻮﺭﺓ ١٩١٩ﻫﻲ ﻳﻨﺎﻳﺮ
ﻣﻊ ﺇﻧﺪﻻﻉ ﻧﲑﺍﻥ ﺛﻮﺭﺓ ، ١٩١٩ﻭﻫﻮ ﻣﻔﺠﺮﻫﺎ ،ﺣﺎﻭﻝ ﻟﺒﻄﻞ ﺍﳍﺮﺏ ،ﻭﻟﻜﻨﻪ ﺍﺻﺒﺢ ﻃﺮﻳﺪﺍﹰ ،ﻓﻘﺪ ﺻﻮﺭﻭﺍ ﻣﻨﻪ ﳎﺮﻣﺎﹰ ﻣﻮﺗﻪ ﻫﻲ ﺍﻟﺜﻮﺭﺓ .. ﱂ ﻳﻜﻦ ﻳﻘﺪﺭ ﺃﻥ ﺍﻟﺴﺠﻦ ﺳﻴﻜﻮﻥ ﻗﺪﺭﻩ ﺍﶈﺘﻮﻡ ،ﻭﺧﺬ ﻳﺘﺴﺎﺋﻞ ﻭﺍﳊﻨﻖ ﳝﻠﺊ ﺻﺪﺭﻩ ،ﺃﻱ ﺫﻧﺐ ﺇﻗﺘﺮﻑ ،ﻭﺑﺎﻱ ﺟﺮﻳﺮﺓ ﺃﺧﺬ ،ﻭﻣﺎﺫﻧﺒﻪ ﺇﻻ ﻛﺬﻧﺐ ﺻﺤﺮ ،ﺍﻣﺎ ﳍﺬﺍ ﺍﻟﻴﻞ ﺍﻟﺒﻬﻴﻢ ﻣﻦ ﻓﺠﺮ ،ﺍﻣﺎ ﳍﺬﺍ ﺍﻟﻈﻼﻡ ﺍﻟﺪﺍﻣﺲ ﻣﻦ ﺑﺼﻴﺺ ﺿﻮﺀ ،ﻛﺎﻥ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻣﺎﻛﺎﻥ ﻓﻴﻪ ﻣﻦ ﻫﻢ ﻭﻏﻢ ،ﻣﻦ ﻣﻌﻪ ﰲ ﺍﻟﺴﺠﻦ ﻳﻬﺒﻮﻥ ﺟﻨﺎﺑﻪ ،ﻭﻳﺮﺟﻮﻧﻪ ﻭﻗﺎﺭﺍﹰ ،ﻭﻳﻘﻴﻤﻮﻥ ﻟﻪ ﻭﺯﻧﻪ ،ﻭﻻ ﺩﻋﻮﺈﻻ ﺑﺎﺣﺐ ﺍﻻﲰﺎﺀ ﻟﻨﻔﺴﻪ ،ﺑﻞ ﻛﺎﻥ ﻣﺎ ﺍﺛﺎﺭ ﺣﻔﻴﻈﺘﻪ ،ﻫﻮ ﻋﻠﻤﻪ ﺑﻮﺟﻮﺩ ﻗﺎﺗﻞ ﻋﻤﻪ ﺑﲔ ﺭﺩﻫﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﺴﺠﻦ ﻳﻨﻌﻢ ﺑﺎﳊﻴﺎﺓ ،ﻳﻌﻴﺶ ،ﻓﺈﻧﺘﻈﺮ ﺣﱴ ﻛﺎﻥ ﺍﳌﺴﺎﺀ ،ﻭﻣﻊ ﺳﻜﻮﻧﻪ ﻭﻣﻊ ﺇﻧﺒﻼﺝ ﺍﻟﻔﺠﺮ ،ﻓﺈﺫﺍ ﺑﺎﺩﻫﻢ ﻳﻨﺎﺩﻱ ﻋﻠﻴﻪ ﺑﺼﻮﺕ ﺑﻪ ﺷﻴﺌﺎﹰ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﻐﻠﻈﺔ ،ﻭﺍﻟﻌﺘﺎﺏ ،ﻭﻛﺎﻧﻪ ﳛﺎﺳﺒﻪ ﺍﻭ ﻳﻘﻴﻢ ﻟﻪ ﳏﺎﻛﻤﺔ ،ﳏﺎﻛﻤﺔ ﻋﺎﺩﺓ ،ﻫﻮ ﻗﺎﺿﻴﻬﺎ ﻭﺟﻼﺩﻫﺎ ،ﳏﺎﻛﻤﺔ ﻳﻘﻴﻢ ﻓﻴﻬﺎ ﻣﻮﺍﺯﻳﻦ ﺍﻟﻌﺪﻝ ،ﺇﺫﺍ ﻣﺎ ﺃﺧﺘﻠﺖ ﻣﻮﺍﺯﻳﻦ ﺍﻟﻌﺪﻝ ﻟﺪﻯ ﺍﳊﻜﻮﻣﺔ ﻭﺍﻟﺴﻠﻄﺎﺕ ،ﻭﻣﻦ ﺑﻴﺪﻫﻢ ﻣﻘﺎﻟﻴﺪ ﻻﻣﺮ . ﻛﺎﻥ ﻭﻗﻊ ﺻﻮﺕ ﺍﺩﻫﻢ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻣﺴﺎﻣﻌﻪ ﺷﺪﻳﺪﺍﹰ ،ﻛﺎﺎ ﺻﻴﺤﺔ ﻭﺍﺣﺪﻩ ،ﻓﺎﻧﺘﻔﺾ ﳍﺎ ﺇﻧﺘﻔﺎﺿﺎﹰ ،ﻭﺃﺭﺗﻌﺪﺕ ﻓﺮﺍﺋﺼﻪ ﺃﺭﺗﻌﺎﺩﺍﹰ ،ﻭﺃﺧﺬ ﻳﺘﻤﺘﻢ ﺑﻜﻠﻤﺎﺕ ﻭﻛﺎﻧﻪ ﻳﻠﻘﻦ ﺍﻟﺸﻬﺎﺩﻩ ،ﻛﺎﻧﻪ ﺭﺍﻯ ﺷﺒﺤﺎﹰ ،ﺃﻭ ﻋﻔﺮﻳﺖ ﻣﻦ ﺍﳉﻦ ،ﻓﻤﺎ ﻳﻜﺎﺩ ﳜﺮﺝ ﺍﻟﻜﻼﻡ ﻣﻦ ﺣﻠﻘﻪ ﻭﻻ ﻳﺘﺠﺎﻭﺯﻩ ،ﻓﺄﺑﺪﻯ ﺇﺑﺘﺴﺎﻣﺔ ﻣﺘﻜﻠﻔﺔ ،ﻭﻣﺎﻛﺎﻥ ﻣﻨﻪ ﺇﻻ ﺍﻧﻪ ﻃﻔﻖ ﻳﻬﺬﻱ ﺑﻜﻠﻤﺎﺕ ﻛﺎﺎ ﻃﻼﺳﻢ ﻫﻨﺪﻳﺔ ،ﺛﺎﺋﺮﺍﹰ ﺗﺎﺭﺓ ،ﺑﺎﻛﻴﺎﹰ ﺗﺎﺭﺓ ﺍﺧﺮﻯ ،ﻣﻀﻄﺮﺏ ﺍﳍﻴﺌﺔ ،ﻣﻬﺘﺰ ﺍﳋﻄﻰ ﻣﺘﺮﳓﺎﹰ ،ﻭﺍﺩﻫﻢ ﻣﻊ ﺫﻟﻚ ﱂ ﻳﺰﻝ ﻳﻨﻈﺮ ﺇﻟﻴﻪ ﰲ ﺛﺒﺎﺕ ﻭﻫﺪﻭﺀ ﺷﺪﻳﺪﻳﻦ. ﻓﻠﻤﺎ ﻛﺎﻥ ﺍﻟﺼﺒﺢ ،ﻭﻧﺎﺩﻯ ﺍﳉﺎﻭﻳﺶ ﺑﺼﻮﺕ ﺟﻬﻮﺭﻱ ﻏﻠﻴﻆ ﺃﻳﻬﺎ ﺍﳌﺬﻧﺒﻮﻥ ﻫﻠﻤﻮﺍ ﺇﻟﻴﻨﺎ ،ﻓﺄﻗﺒﻠﻮﺍ ﻋﻠﻴﻪ ﺗﺘﺮﺍﹰ ، ﻭﺍﺣﺪﺍﹰ ﺗﻠﻮ ﺍﻷﺧﺮ ،ﻓﻬﻢ ﻳﻮﺯﻋﻮﻥ ،ﻭﺑﻴﺪ ﻛﻞ ﻭﺍﺣﺪ ﻓﺄﺳﺎﹰ ،ﻭﺍﳌﻄﺎﺭﻕ ،ﳝﺸﻮﻥ ﰲ ﻧﻈﺎﻡ ﻭﻧﺴﻖ ،ﻛﺎﻧﻪ ﻗﻄﺎﺭﺍﹰ ﺃﺑﻴﻀﺎﹰ ﳛﺪﻭﻩ ﺫﺍﻙ ﺍﳉﺎﻭﻳﺶ ،ﻭﻣﻦ ﺍﻣﺎﻣﻪ ﻣﺎﻣﻮﺭ ﺍﻟﺴﺠﻦ ﳑﺘﻄﻴﺎﹰ ﺟﻮﺍﺩﻩ ﳝﺸﻲ ﰲ ﻭﻗﺎﺭ ﻭﺗﺆﺩﻩ ،ﺗﺮﺍﻩ ﺻﺎﺋﺤﺎﹰ ﺗﺎﺭﺓ ﻣﺴﺮﻋﺎﹰ ﺗﺎﺭﺓ ﺍﺧﺮﻯ ،ﰒ ﻳﻜﺒﺢ ﲨﺎﺡ ﺟﻮﺍﺩﻩ ،ﳏﺪﺛﺎﹰ ﺿﺠﻴﺠﺎﹰ ﻭﻋﺠﻴﺠﺎﹰ ،ﻣﻄﻠﻘﺎﹰ ﺑﻌﺾ ﺍﻟﺮﺻﺎﺻﺎﺕ ﻣﺪﻭﻳﺔ ﰲ ﺍﳍﻮﺍﺀ ﻹﺭﻫﺎﺏ ﺍﳌﺴﺎﺟﲔ ،ﻭﺗﻘﻮﱘ ﺻﻔﻬﻢ .
ﺍﻟﻨﻬﺎﻳﺔ.. ﻭﳌﺎ ﺟﻦ ﺍﻟﻠﻴﻞ ﻭﰲ ﻟﻴﻠﺔ ﺣﺰﻳﻨﺔ ﻛﺌﻴﺒﺔ ،ﻭﺍﻟﺼﻤﺖ ﳜﻴﻢ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻫﺬﻩ ﺍﻟﻘﺮﻳﺔ ﺍﳍﺎﺩﺋﺔ ،ﻭﺍﳉﻤﻴﻊ ﻳﻬﻢ ﺑﻦ ﻳﺄﻭﻱ ﺇﱃ ﺣﻴﺚ ﻣﻀﺎﺟﻌﻬﻢ ،ﻛﻌﺎﺩﺓ ﺃﻫﻞ ﺍﻟﺮﻳﻒ ،ﻓﺄﺫﻥ ﻣﺆﺫﻥ ﰲ ﺍﻟﻘﺮﻳﺔ ﺑﺼﻮﺕ ﳝﻠﺆﻩ ﺍﳊﺰﻥ ﺑﻪ ﺣﺸﺮﺟﺔ ﻛﺎﻧﻪ ﺍﻟﻨﺤﻴﺐ ، ﻭﺻﻮﺕ ﻣﺘﻬﺪﻝ ،ﻭﻛﺎﻧﻪ ﻧﺬﻳﺮ ﺷﺆﻡ ،ﻳﺂ ﺃﻫﻞ ﺍﻟﻜﻔﺮ ،ﻳﺄﻫﻞ ﺍﻟﺒﻠﺪ ..ﻣﺎﺕ ﺍﻟﺒﻄﻞ ..ﻣﺎﺕ ﺍﻷﺳﺪ ﺍﳍﺼﻮﺭ..ﻣﺎﺕ ﻧﺼﲑ ﺍﻟﻐﻼﺑﺔ ،ﻗﺘﻠﻮﻩ ﺍﳋﻮﻧﻪ ..ﺃﺩﻫﻢ ﻣﺎﺕ.. ﻭﻣﺎﻫﻲ ﺇﻻ ﳊﻈﺎﺕ ﻗﻠﻴﻠﺔ ﺣﱴ ﺇﻧﻘﻠﺒﺖ ﺍﻟﻘﺮﻳﺔ ﻭﺧﺮﺟﻮﺍ ﺍﻫﻠﻬﺎ ﻣﻦ ﻛﻞ ﺣﺪﺏ ﻭﺻﻮﺏ ،ﺭﺟﺎﳍﺎ ﻭﻧﺴﺎﺋﻬﺎ ،ﺷﻴﻮﺧﻬﺎ ﻭﺍﻃﻔﺎﳍﺎ ،ﺧﺮﺟﻮﺍ ﲨﻴﻊ ﺑﻘﻀﻬﻢ ﻭﻗﻀﻴﻀﻬﻢ ،ﺧﺮﺟﻮﺍ ﻣﺒﺪﻳﻦ ﻋﺠﺮﻫﻢ ﻭﲜﺮﻫﻢ ،ﻭﺇﻥ ﺃﻧﺴﻰ ﻓﻼ ﺃﻧﺴﻰ ﺫﻟﻚ ﺍﳌﺸﻬﺪ ،ﻟﻨﺴﻮﺓ ﻗﺪ ﺇﺗﺸﺤﻦ ﺑﺎﻟﺴﻮﺍﺩ ،ﻭﻗﺪ ﻭﻗﻊ ﺧﱪ ﻣﻘﺘﻠﻪ ﻣﻨﻬﻦ ﻣﻮﻗﻊ ﺍﻟﺼﺎﻋﻘﺔ ،ﻭﻗﺪ ﺧﺮﺟﻦ ﻋﻦ ﺍﻃﻮﺍﺭﻫﻦ ﻓﻬﺬﻩ ﺗﺼﺮﺥ ﻭﺍﺧﺮﻯ ﺗﺸﻖ ﺟﻴﺒﻬﺎ ،ﻭﺗﻠﻚ ﺗﻠﻄﻢ ﺧﺪﻫﺎ ،ﻭﺗﺼﻄﻜﻪ ﺻﻜﺎﹰ ﺷﺪﻳﺪﺍﹰ ،ﻭﺍﳊﺰﻥ ﳝﻠﺆ ﺻﺪﻭﺭﻫﻦ ﻭﻗﻠﻮﻦ ،ﻭﻫﻦ ﻭﺍﻗﻔﺎﺕ ﻳﻨﺘﺎﻦ ﺍﻟﺬﻫﻮﻝ ﻣﻦ ﻫﻮﻝ ﺍﳌﻮﻗﻒ ،ﻣﻨﻬﻦ ﺍﳉﺎﺛﻴﺎﺕ ،ﻭﺍﻟﻌﺠﺎﺋﺰ ،ﺗﺴﻤﻊ ﻧﺸﻴﺞ ﺑﻜﺎﺋﻬﻦ ﻛﺎﻧﻪ ﺩﻭﻱ ﺍﻟﻨﺤﻞ ،ﺗﺴﻤﻊ ﳍﻦ ﳓﻴﺒﺎﹰ ﺭﻫﻴﺒﺎﹰ ،ﻛﺄﻧﻪ ﺣﺰﻧﺎﹰ ﺗﻜﺎﺩ ﲣﺘﻒ ﺿﻠﻮﻋﻬﻦ ﻣﻦ ﺷﺪﺓ ﻭﻃﺌﻪ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺃﻧﻔﺴﻬﻦ ،ﻭﻗﺪ ﺇﻏﺮﻭﺭﻗﺖ ﺍﻋﻴﻨﻬﻦ ﲨﻴﻌﺎﹰ ﺑﺎﻟﺪﻣﻮﻉ ،ﺑﻌﺪﻣﺎ ﻣﻨﻌﺘﻬﻦ ﺍﻟﻘﻮﺍﺕ ﺍﻹﳒﻠﻴﺰﻳﺔ ﻣﻦ ﺣﻀﻮﺭ ﺟﻨﺎﺯﺗﻪ ،ﺭﻏﺒﺔ ﻣﻨﻬﻢ ﰲ ﺍﻟﺘﺸﻔﻲ ﻣﻨﻪ ،ﻭﺇﺭﺿﺎﺀﺍﹰ ﻟﻜﱪﻳﺎﺋﻬﻢ ،ﻭﻏﻄﺮﺳﺘﻬﻢ ﺍﻟﻜﺎﺫﺑﺔ ،ﻓﺎﺭﺍﺩﻭﺍ ﺑﻪ ﻛﻴﺪﺍﹰ ،ﺑﻞ ﻫﻢ ﺍﳌﻜﻴﺪﻭﻥ ،ﺍﺭﺍﺩﻭﺍ ﺍﻥ ﻳﺪﻓﻦ ﻭﳝﻮﺕ ﻣﻴﺘﺔ ﺍﺮﻣﲔ ﺍﻟﺼﺎﻏﺮﻳﻦ ،ﻭﻟﻜﻦ ﺍﰉ ﺍﷲ ﺇﻻ ﺍﻥ ﳝﻮﺕ ﻣﻴﺘﺔ ﺍﺷﻬﺪﺍﺀ ﺍﻷﺑﺮﺍﺭ ،ﺍﻷﺑﻄﺎﻝ ﺍﳌﻜﺮﻣﲔ ،ﻓﻘﺪ ﺇﺟﺘﻤﻌﻦ ﺍﻟﻨﺴﻮﺓ ﻧﻜﺎﻳﺔ ﻢ ،ﻭﻗﺪ ﺃﻃﻠﻘﻦ ﺍﻟﺰﻏﺎﺭﻳﺪ ،ﻭﺍﺧﺬﻭﺍ ﻳﻬﻠﻠﻮﻥ ،ﻭﻳﻜﱪﻭﻥ ،ﻭﳛﻤﺪﻭﻥ ،ﻭﻗﺪ ﺇﺻﻄﻔﻔﻦ ﻳﻐﺮﺩﻥ
ﻭﻳﻐﻨﲔ ﺍﳌﻮﺍﻭﻳﻞ ﺍﻷﺭﺍﺟﻴﺰ ﺍﻟﺸﻌﺒﻴﺔ ﺍﻟﺸﻬﲑﺓ ،ﻭﺗﻘﺪﻣﺘﻬﻢ ﺣﺒﻴﺒﺘﻪ ،ﺗﻘﻒ ﰲ ﺛﺒﺎﺕ ﻣﺘﻜﻠﻒ ،ﻭﻫﻲ ﺗﻮﺩﻉ ﺣﺒﻴﺒﻬﺎ ، ﻭﻓﻠﺬﺓ ﻛﺒﺪﻫﺎ ﺇﱃ ﻣﺜﻮﺍﻩ ﺍﻷﺧﲑ ،ﻭﺗﻐﲏ " ﻗﻮﻟﻮﺍ ﻟﻌﲔ ﺍﻟﺸﻤﺲ ﻣﺎ ﲢﻤﺎﺷﻲ ،ﺃﺣﺴﻦ ﺣﺒﻴﺐ ﺍﻟﻘﻠﺐ ﺻﺎﺑﺢ ﻣﺎﺷﻲ" ﻓﻤﺎ ﺍﻥ ﺭﺍﻭﺍ ﺟﺜﺘﻪ ﻭﻫﻮ ﻣﻀﺮﺟﺎﹰ ﰲ ﺩﻣﺎﺋﻪ ﺍﻟﺬﻛﻴﺔ ،ﻭﳏﻤﻮﻻﹰ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻋﺮﺑﺔ ﻣﺴﺠﻰ ﻋﻠﻴﻬﺎ ﺟﺴﺪﻩ ﺍﻟﻄﺎﻫﺮ ،ﻛﺎﻧﻪ ﰲ ﻟﻴﻠﺔ ﻋﺮﺳﻪ ﺍﻭ ﺯﻓﺎﻓﻪ ،ﻭﻫﻮ ﰲ ﻫﻴﺌﺘﻪ ﻛﻌﺎﺩﺗﻪ ﺑﻮﺟﻬﻪ ﺍﻟﺼﺒﻮﺡ ﻭﺇﺑﺘﺴﺎﻣﺘﻪ ﺍﻟﺼﺎﺩﻗﺔﺍﻟﺒﺸﻮﺷﺔ ،ﳝﺪ ﺫﺭﺍﻋﻴﻪ ،ﻳﺒﺎﺳﻄﺎﹰ ﺭﺍﺣﺘﻴﻪ ﻛﺎﻧﻪ ﻳﺴﺘﻘﺒﻞ ﺍﺪ ﻭﺍﻟﺸﺮﻑ ،ﻓﺒﺦﹴ ﺑﺦ ﻟﻚ ﻳﺎ ﺍﺩﻫﻢ ،ﻭﻳﺎﳉﺪﻙ ﺍﻟﻮﺍﻓﺮ ،ﻭﺣﻈﻚ ﺍﳌﺪﻳﺪ ،ﻣﺎﺫﺍ ﻓﻌﻠﺖ ﺑﻘﻠﻮﺏ ﳏﺒﻴﻚ ،ﺣﱴ ﺟﺎﺀﻭﻙ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻗﻠﺐ ﺭﺟﻞ ﻭﺍﺣﺪ ﻳﻮﺩﻋﻮﻧﻚ ﺑﺒﺎﻟﻎ ﺍﻻﺳﻰ ،ﻭﺍﻋﻴﻨﻬﻢ ﺗﻔﻴﺾ ﻣﻦ ﺩﻣﻊ ﺣﺰﻧﺎﹰ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻓﺮﺍﻗﻚ ،ﻭﻣﺎﺫﺍ ﻓﻌﻠﺖ ﺑﻘﻠﻮﺏ ﺃﻋﺪﺍﺋﻚ ﺣﱴ ﻳﻜﻨﻮﺍ ﻟﻚ ﻛﻞ ﺫﻟﻚ ﺍﳊﻘﺪ ﻭﺍﻟﻜﺮﺍﻫﻴﺔ .ﻟﻘﺪ ﻓﻌﻠﺖ ﺑﻘﻠﻮﻢ ﺍﻻﻓﺎﻋﻴﻞ ، ﻟﻘﺪ ﻣﺎﺕ ﺍﺩﻫﻢ ..ﻭﻣﺎﺗﺖ ﺍﻟﺒﻄﻮﻟﺔ ،ﻣﺎﺗﺖ ﻛﻞ ﻣﻌﺎﱐ ﺍﻟﻜﻔﺎﺡ ﺍﻟﻮﻃﲏ ،ﻣﺎﺕ ﺍﻣﻞ ﺍﻟﻔﻘﺮﺍﺀ ،ﻭﻧﺼﲑ ﺍﻟﻀﻌﻔﺎﺀ ، ﻭﺛﻮﺭﺓ ﺍﻟﻜﺎﺩﺣﲔ ،ﻟﻘﺪ ﺇﻏﺘﺎﻟﻮﺍ ﺛﻮﺭﺗﻪ ،ﻭﺃﺳﺘﺄﺻﻠﻮﺍ ﺷﺄﻓﺘﻬﺎ ،ﻭﺍﺑﻮﺍ ﺇﻻ ﺍﻟﻈﻠﻢ ﻭﺍﻟﻄﻐﻴﺎﻥ ،ﻣﺎﺕ ﻳﻮﻡ ﺍﻟﺜﻼﺛﲔ ﻣﻦ ﺣﺰﻳﺮﺍﻥ ،ﻳﻮﻣﺎﹰ ﺣﺰﻳﻨﺎﹰ ﰲ ﺗﺎﺭﻳﺦ ﺍﻟﻘﺮﻳﺔ .ﺫﻛﺮﻯ ﻣﻮﺕ ﺑﻄﻞ .
ﻛﺎﻥ ﻳﺪﺭﻙ ﺳﻮﺀ ﻃﺎﻟﻌﻪ ،ﻭﺑﺆﺱ ﺣﺎﻟﻪ ،ﻭﺣﻈﻪ ﺍﻟﻌﺎﺛﺮ ﺟﻴﺪﺍﹰ ،ﻭﻟﻜﻦ ﱂ ﻳﺪﺭ ﻳﻮﻣﺎﹰ ﲞﻠﺪﻩ ،ﺍﻥ ﺷﻘﺎﺋﻪ
ﺳﻴﺄﰐ ﻣﻦ ﳏﺒﻴﺔ ،ﻭﻳﻜﻮﻥ ﻋﺬﺍﺑﻪ ﻣﻨﻬﻢ ،ﻓﻬﺬﺍ ﺃﻣﺮﻛﺎﻥ ﺑﻌﻴﺪ ﺍﻟﺘﺼﻮﺭ ﻟﺪﻳﻪ ﲤﺎﻣﺎﹰ ؛ ﺇﻻ ﺍﻧﻪ ﻛﺎﺑﺪ ﻣﺎ ﻛﺎﺑﺪ ﻣﻨﻬﻢ ،ﻭﻗﺪ ﺭﺃﻯ ﻣﻨﻬﻢ ﻣﺎ ﺭﺃﻯ ،ﻭﻗﺎﺳﻰ ﺍﻷﻣﺮﻳﻦ ،ﱂ ﺗﻀﺤﻚ ﻟﻪ ﺍﳊﻴﺎﺓ ﺇﻻ ﺗﺒﺴﻤﺎﹰ ،ﻭﱂ ﺗﻄﻞ ﺍﻹﺑﺘﺴﺎﻣﺔ ﻛﺜﲑﺍﹰ،.ﻭﺳﺮﻋﺎﻥ ﻣﺎ ﺗﺘﻼﺷﻰ ،ﺑﻴﺪ ﺃﻧﻪ ﺷﻘﻲ ﻏﲑ ﻣﺮﺓ ﺑﺄﺣﺒﺎﺋﻪ ،ﻭﻋﲎ ﺑﺄﻣﺮﻫﻢ ،ﻭﺃﻭﻻﻫﻢ ﺟﻞ ﺍﻹﻫﺘﻤﺎﻡ ،ﻭﻭﺿﻌﻬﻢ ﻣﻦ ﻧﻔﺴﻪ ﻣﻮﺿﻌﺎﹰ
ﻗﺮﻳﺒﺎﹰ ،ﻭﻟﻜﻦ ﺩﻭﻥ ﺟﺪﻭﻯ.
ﻭﻟﻜﻦ ﺣﻈﻪ ﺍﻟﺴﻴﺊ ﺣﺎﻝ ﺑﻴﻨﻪ ﻭﺑﲔ ﻣﺎ ﺗﺎﻗﺖ ﻧﻔﺴﻪ ﺇﻟﻴﻪ ،ﻭﻭﻗﻒ ﺣﺠﺮ ﻋﺜﺮﺓ ،ﻋﻘﺒﺔ ﻛﺌﻮﺩ ، ﻓﻼﻗﻰ ﺍﻟﺼﻌﺎﺏ ﻭﺍﻟﻌﻘﺎﺏ ﺩﻭﻥ ﺫﻟﻚ ،ﻣﻦ ﺣﺒﻴﺒﺘﻪ ،ﻭﻣﻦ ﺧﻄﻮﺏ ﺍﻟﺰﻣﻦ .ﻭﺍﺻﺒﺢ ﻣﻜﺘﻮﻑ ﺍﻟﻴﺪﻳﻦ ﺑﻼ ﺣﻮﻝ ﻭﻻ
ﻃﻮﻝ ﺍﻣﺎﻡ ﺗﻠﻚ ﺍﻟﺼﻌﺎﺏ ﺍﻟﺸﺎﻗﺔ.
ﺑﻞ ﻫﻮ ﻗﺪ ﺇﻋﺘﺎﺩ ﺍﳍﻢ ،ﻭﻣﺎﻫﻮ ﻋﻠﻴﻪ ﲜﺪﻳﺪ ،ﺧﺎﺻﺔ ﺑﻌﺪﻣﺎ ﻭﺟﺪ ﻣﻦ ﳏﺒﻴﻪ ﺍﳍﺠﺮ ﻭﺍﻟﺒﲔ ،ﻭﻋﺪﻡ ﺍﻹﻛﺘﺮﺍﺙ ﺑﻪ ،
ﺃﻭ ﺍﻻﻫﺘﻤﺎﻡ ﻷﻣﺮﻩ ،ﺧﺎﺻﺔ ﰲ ﻫﺬﺍ ﺍﳊﺐ ﺍﳌﺰﻋﻮﻡ ،ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﻟﻄﺎﳌﺎ ﺃﻗﺾ ﻣﻀﺠﻌﻪ ،ﻭﺍﺭﻕ ﻧﻔﺴﻪ ﻛﺜﲑﺍﹰ ،ﻭﺃﺫﺍﻗﻪ ﺃﻟﻮﺍﻥ
ﺍﻟﻌﺬﺍﺏ ﻟﻴﺎﻝ ﻃﻮﺍﻝ .
)ﻟﻮﻋﺔ ﺍﳊﺐ(.. ﻭﻣﺎ ﻫﺰ ﻛﻴﺎﻧﻪ ﺑﺸﺪﻩ ﺃﻧﻪ ﱂ ﳚﺪ ﺣﺒﻴﺒﺘﻪ ﺍﻟﱵ ﻋﺸﻘﻬﺎ ﻭﺷﻐﻔﺘﻪ ﺣﺒﺎﹰ ،ﱂ ﺗﺴﺘﺠﺐ ﳍﺬﺍ ﺍﳊﺐ ﺍﳉﻢ ،
ﺑﻞ ﻭﺟﺪ ﻣﻨﻬﺎ ﺣﻴﻨﻤﺎ ﺻﺎﺭﺣﻬﺎ ﲝﺒﻪ ﺇﻻ ﻛﻞ ﻗﻮﹴﻝ ﻏﻠﻴﻆ ،ﻻﺭﻗﺔ ﻓﻴﻪ ﻭﻻ ﻟﻄﻒ ،ﻓﺎﺎ ﻗﺪ ﺇﺩﻋﺖ ﻟﻪ ﺍﺎ ﱂ ﲢﺒﻪ ﻳﻮﻣﺎﹰ ،ﺑﻞ ﱂ ﺗﺸﻌﺮ ﲝﺒﻪ ﻫﺬﺍ ﻣﻄﻠﻘﺎﹰ ،ﻭﻗﻌﺖ ﻫﺬﻩ ﺍﻟﻜﻠﻤﺎﺕ ﻣﻨﻪ ﻣﻮﻗﻊ ﺍﻟﺼﺎﻋﻘﺔ ،ﻭﺷﻌﺮ ﺣﻴﻨﻬﺎ ﺑﺄﺳﻒ ﺷﺪﻳﺪ ﻭﺣﺰﻥ
ﻳﻌﺼﺮ ﻗﻠﺒﻪ ،ﻭﺃﻧﺘﺎﺑﻪ ﺷﻌﻮﺭ ﻏﺮﻳﺐ ﺑﺎﻟﻨﺪﻡ ،ﻭﺗﺴﺂﺋﻞ ﻣﺸﺪﻭﻫﺎﹰ .ﻛﻴﻒ ﻳﻜﻦ ﰲ ﻗﻠﺒﻪ ﻣﺜﻞ ﻫﺬﺍ ﺍﳊﺐ ﺍﻟﻌﻈﻴﻢ ﻭﻻ
ﻳﻜﻦ ﻫﻨﺎﻟﻚ ﺭﺳﻮﻻﹶً ،ﻳﻨﺒﺊ ﺍﻟﻘﻠﻮﺏ ﻭﻳﻘﺮﺎ ﺑﻌﻀﻬﺎ ﺑﻌﻀﺎﹰ،ﻭﳚﺬﺎ ﻟﺒﻌﻀﻬﺎ ﺟﺬﺑﺎﹰ .ﻭﻳﺎﻟﺘﻌﺎﺳﺔ ﺣﻈﻪ ،ﻭﻫﻮ ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﻛﺎﻥ ﻳﻨﺘﻈﺮ ﺍﻥ ﻳﻘﺺ ﳍﺎ ﻣﺎ ﻛﺎﻥ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻣﺮﻩ ،ﻭﻣﻦ ﺷﻌﻮﺭﻩ ﳓﻮﻫﺎ .ﻃﻴﻠﺔ ﺍﻟﻔﺘﺮﺓ ﺍﳌﻨﺼﺮﻣﺔ.
ﻭﻫﻞ ﱂ ﻳﻄﺮﻕ ﻗﻠﺒﻬﺎ ﻣﻦ ﻗﺒﻞ ﻃﺎﺭﻕ ،ﻭﺇﻥ ﺩﻕ ﻗﻠﺒﻬﺎ ﻭﺧﻔﻖ؟ ﻓﻤﻦ ﻫﺬﺍ ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﺍﺣﻖ ﻣﻨﻪ ﺬﺍ ﺍﳊﺐ
؟! ،ﻭﻫﻮ ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﻭﻫﺐ ﻗﻠﺒﻪ ﻭﻭﺟﺪﺍﻧﻪ ﶈﺒﻮﺑﺘﻪ ﻫﺬﻩ ،ﻭﱂ ﻳﻨﺘﻈﺮ ﻣﻜﺎﻓﺄﺓﹰ ﺃﻭﻣﻘﺎﺑﻞ ،ﻓﻜﺎﻥ ﺟﺰﺍﺅﻩ ﺟﺰﺍﺀ ﺳﻨﻤﺎﺭ .
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ﺇﻥ ﺣﺒﻪ ﳍﺎ ﱂ ﻳﻜﻦ ﻳﻮﻣﺎﹰ ﳏﺾ ﺇﻋﺠﺎﺏ ﻓﺤﺴﺐ ،ﺃﻭ ﳏﺾ ﺇﻋﺠﺎﺏ ﻋﺎﺑﺮ ﻟﻠﺤﻈﺎﺕ ﻣﺎﻳﻠﺒﺚ ﺍﻥ ﻳﺒﺪﺍ ﺣﱴ ﻳﺘﻼﺷﻰ ﺷﻴﺌﺎﹰ ﻓﺸﻴﺌﺎﹰ ،ﺑﻞ ﻫﻮ ﺍﳊﺐ ﰲ ﺍﺻﺪﻕ ﺣﺎﻻﺗﻪ ،ﻛﺎﻥ ﺣﺒﺎﹰ ﺃﻓﻼﻃﻮﻧﻴﺎﹰ ﻗﺤﺎﹰ ،ﻓﻜﺎﻥ ﺧﻮﻓﻪ ﻋﻠﻴﻬﺎ
ﺣﺪ ﺍﳍﻠﻊ ،ﺣﺪ ﺍﳉﺰﻉ ،ﻭﻛﺬﻟﻚ ﻏﲑﺗﻪ ﺗﻠﻚ ﻛﺎﻧﺖ ﺣﺪ ﺍﳉﻨﻮﻥ ،ﻳﻐﺎﺭ ﻋﻠﻴﻬﺎ ﻏﲑﺓﹰ ﲪﻘﺎﺀ ،ﻳﻐﺎﺭ ﻋﻠﻴﻬﺎ ﺣﱴ ﻣﻦ
ﻓﻢ ﺍﳌﺘﻜﻠﻢ .
ﻛﺎﻥ ﻳﺌﻦ ﻻﻧﻴﻨﻬﺎ ﺇﻥ ﺷﻜﺖ ،ﻭﻳﺒﻜﻲ ﻗﻠﺒﻪ ﳊﺰﺎ ﳓﻴﺒﺎﹰ ﺭﻫﻴﺒﺎﹰ ،ﺣﱴ ﳌﺎ ﻭﺟﺪ ﻣﻦ ﺧﻄﻮﺏ ﺍﻟﺰﻣﻦ
ﻗﺪ ﻛﺸﺮﺕ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺍﻧﻴﺎﺎ ﳍﺎ ،ﻭﺍﻥ ﺍﻟﺰﻣﺎﻥ ﻗﺪ ﻧﺎﺻﺒﻬﺎ ﺍﻟﻌﺪﺍﺀ ،ﻛﺎﻥ ﻳﺘﻌﺎﻃﻒ ﻣﻌﻬﺎ ﺃﺷﺪ ﺍﻟﺘﻌﺎﻃﻒ ،ﺑﻞ ﻭﺩ ﻟﻮ ﻛﺎﻥ ﻫﻮ ﻣﻜﺎﺎ ،ﻟﺘﻨﻌﻢ ﻫﻲ ﰲ ﺳﺮﺎ ،ﻭﻻ ﺗﺮﻯ ﻣﺎ ﺗﺮﺍﻩ ﻣﻦ ﺧﻄﻮﺏ ﻭﺃﺣﺪﺍﺙ ﺻﻌﺒﺔ ﺣﻘﺎﹰ ،ﻣﻔﺘﺪﻳﺎﹰ ﻧﻔﺴﻪ ﺗﺎﺭﺓ
،ﻣﻀﺤﻴﺎﹰ ﺎ ﻣﺆﺛﺮﺍﹰ ﺍﻟﺸﻘﺎﺀ ﻟﻨﻔﺴﻪ ﺩﻭﺎ ﺗﺎﺭﺓ ﺃﺧﺮﻯ .
ﱂ ﻳﻠﻢ ﻋﻠﻴﻬﺎ ﻳﻮﻣﺎﹰ ،ﻓﻬﻲ ﻟﺴﺖ ﻣﻠﻮﻣﺔﹰ ،ﻋﻠﻰ ﻋﺪﻡ ﺣﺒﻬﺎ ﻟﻪ ،ﻭﻛﺎﻥ ﻳﻌﺰﻱ ﺍﻻﻣﺮ ﻛﻠﻪ ﳌﺎ ﻣﺮﺕ ﺑﻪ ﻣﻦ
ﲡﺎﺭﺏ ،ﺍﻭ ﺭﲟﺎ ﻻﻧﻪ ﱂ ﻳﻠﻖ ﺍﻟﻘﺒﻮﻝ ﻟﺪﻳﻬﺎ ،ﻭﻫﺬﺍ ﺷﻴﺊ ﻟﻴﺲ ﺑﻴﺪﻳﺔ ،ﺑﻞ ﻫﻮ ﻣﻦ ﺍﷲ ﺳﺒﺤﺎﻧﻪ ﻭﺗﻌﺎﱃ ،ﺇﳕﺎ ﻛﺎﻥ
ﻳﻐﻠﺐ ﻋﻠﻴﻪ ﺷﻘﻮﺗﻪ ،ﻫﻮ ﻋﺪﻡ ﺇﺳﺘﺠﺎﺑﺘﻬﺎ ﳊﺒﻪ ،ﺑﻞ ﻭﺻﺮﺍﺣﺘﻬﺎ ﺍﳌﺘﻨﺎﻫﻴﺔ ،ﰲ ﺍﻹﻋﺘﺮﺍﻑ ﺑﻌﺪﻡ ﺣﺒﻬﺎ ﻟﻪ ،ﻭﻫﻮ ﻳﻠﺢ
ﻋﻠﻴﻬﺎ ﰲ ﺍﻟﺴﺆﺍﻝ ..ﺃﲢﺒﻴﻨﲏ ؟!
ﻓﻴﺠﻦ ﺟﻨﻮﻧﻪ ﻣﻦ ﻋﺪﻡ ﺗﻘﺪﻣﻬﺎ ﰲ ﺣﺒﻪ ،ﺃﻭ ﺗﻘﺪﻳﺮﻫﺎ ﳊﺒﻪ ﺍﻟﻌﻈﻴﻢ ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﺑﺪﺃﺕ ﻧﲑﺍﻧﻪ ﲣﻤﺪ ﺟﺬﻭﺗﻪ
ﺭﻭﻳﺪﺍﹰ ﺭﻭﻳﺪﺍﹰ ،ﻣﻊ ﻣﺎ ﻳﻠﻘﺎﻩ ﻣﻦ ﺟﻔﺎﺀ ﺇﺣﺴﺎﺳﻬﺎ ،ﻭﲨﻮﺩ ﻣﺸﺎﻋﺮﻫﺎ ﲡﺎﻫﻪ.
ﻓﺈﻥ ﻛﺎﻧﺖ ﻟﻪ ﺷﻴﺊ ﻗﺮﻳﺐ ﺇﱃ ﻗﻠﺒﻪ ،ﻭﻣﺎ ﻫﺎﻧﺖ ﻋﻠﻴﻪ ﻳﻮﻣﺎﹰ ،ﺇﻻ ﺍﻧﻪ ﻳﺮﻯ ﻧﻔﺴﻪ ﻋﻠﻴﻬﺎ ﻫﲔ ،ﻭﻻ ﻋﻠﻴﻬﺎ ﻣﻦ ﺫﻟﻚ
ﺫﻧﺐ.
ﱂ ﻳﻜﻦ ﻳﺪﻭﺭ ﲞﻠﺪﻩ ﺃﻧﻪ ﻳﻮﻣﺎﹰ ﺳﻴﺠﲏ ﺟﺰﺍﺀ ﺍﳋﲑ ﻭﺍﻹﺣﺴﺎﻥ ،ﻇﻠﻤﺎﹰ ﻣﺮ ﺍﳌﺬﺍﻕ ،ﻛﺬﻟﻚ ﺍﻟﻈﻠﻢ ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﲡﺮﻋﻪ ﻏﺼﺼﺎﹰ ،ﻭﻣﻦ ﻣﻦ ؟! ﻣﻦ ﺑﲏ ﺟﻠﺪﺗﻪ ﻭﺇﺧﻮﺗﻪ .. ﻳﻘﻮﻝ ﺃﻧﻪ ﻛﺎﻥ ﻟﻦ ﳜﻮﻥ ﻋﻬﺪﻩ ﻭﻟﻦ ﳜﻮﻥ ﺍﷲ ﻓﻴﻬﻢ ،ﻓﺬﻫﺐ ﻭﻫﻮ ﲜﺮ ﺃﺫﻳﺎﻝ ﺍﳋﻴﺒﺔ ،ﻭﻛﺎﻥ ﺟﺰﺍﺅﻩ ﺟﺰﺍﺀ ﺳﻨﻤﺎﺭ ،ﻛﺎﻥ ﻋﻢ ﻣﺮﺳﻲ ﺭﺟﻼﹰ ﻃﻴﺒﺎﹰ ﻫﺎﺩﺉ ﺍﻟﻄﺒﺎﻉ ،ﻳﺒﺤﺚ ﻋﻦ ﺍﳌﺜﺎﻟﻴﺔ ،ﳛﺎﻛﻲ ﺍﻷﺳﻼﻑ ﳏﺎﻛﺎﺓ ﻋﻤﻴﺎﺀ ﺳﻠﻒ ﻭﺩﻳﻦ .. ﺫﻟﻚ ﺍﻟﺮﺟﻞ ﺍﻟﺬﻱ ﻛﺎﻥ ﺣﱴ ﺍﻷﻣﺲ ﺍﻟﻘﺮﻳﺐ ﺧﻔﻴﻒ ﺍﻟﻈﻞ ،ﻻﻳﻨﻘﻄﻊ ﻋﻦ ﺍﻟﻀﺤﻚ ﻭﺍﻟﻀﺠﻴﺞ ،ﻭﺍﻟﺼﺨﺐ ﺍﻟﺸﻌﱯ ،ﻋﺎﺑﺜﺎﹰ ﻛﺜﲑ ﺇﻃﻼﻕ ﺍﻟﻨﻜﺎﺕ ،ﻭﻋﻦ ﺗﻨﺎﻭﻝ ﺍﳌﺨﺪﺭﺍﺕ ﺑﺪﻋﻮﻯ ﺍﺎ ﺗﻔﺎﺭﳛﻲ ،ﻟﻘﺪ ﺇﺭﺗﺪﻯ ﺟﻠﺒﺎﺑﺎﹰ ﺟﺪﻳﺪﺍﹰ ، ﻭﺛﻮﺑﺎﹰ ﻗﺸﻴﺒﺎﹰ ،ﻭﻋﻤﺎﻣﺔ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻣﺎﻳﺒﺪﻭ ﺍﺎ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﺴﻌﻮﺩﻳﺔ ..ﲣﺘﻠﻒ ﻛﻠﻴﺔ ﻋﻦ ﻋﻤﺎﻣﺎﺕ ﺻﻌﻴﺪ ﻣﺼﺮ ﺃﻭ ﻋﻤﺎﻣﺎﺕ ﻣﺸﺎﻳﺦ ﺍﻷﺯﻫﺮ ،ﺃﻭ ﻋﻤﺎﻣﺎﺕ ﺣﺪﺛﺖ ﻟﻪ ﺃﺯﻣﺔ ﻣﺎﻟﻴﺔ ﻭﻋﺎﻃﻔﻴﺔ ﰲ ﻧﻔﺲ ﺍﻟﻮﻗﺖ ،ﻓﺄﳉﺄﺗﻪ ﺇﱃ ﺍﻟﺘﺪﻳﻦ ،ﻭﻛﺎﻧﺖ ﻣﻨﻌﻄﻒ ﳊﻴﺎﺗﻪ ﺍﻟﻌﺒﺜﻴﺔ ،
ﻭﻟﻜﻦ ﺍﻷﺩﻫﻰ ﻭﺍﻷﻣﺮ ﻣﻦ ﺫﻟﻚ ﻻﻳﻨﻘﻄﻊ ﻋﻦ ﻧﻘﺪ ﻭﺍﻟﺴﺨﺮﻳﺔ ﻣﻦ ﻋﻠﻤﺎﺀ ﻭﻣﺸﺎﻳﺦ ﺍﻷﺯﻫﺮ ،ﻭﺩﺍﺋﻤﺎﹰ ﻣﺎ ﻳﺮﺩﺩ ﻗﻮﻟﺘﻪ ﺍﻟﺸﻬﲑﺓ )ﺭﺑﻨﺎ ﻳﻬﺪﻳﻬﻢ ( ،ﻭﻻ ﻳﻨﺎﻗﺶ ﺍﻻ ﰲ ﺍﻟﻘﻀﺎﻳﺎ ﺍﻟﱵ ﺗﻌﻠﻤﻬﺎ ﻓﺤﺴﺐ ،ﻭﺩﻭﻣﺎﹰ ﻳﻌﺘﻘﺪ ﺍﻢ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻃﺮﻳﻖ ﺍﻟﻀﻼﻝ ،ﻓﻼ ﻳﻜﻒ ﻋﻦ ﺇﻃﻼﻕ ﺍﻷﲰﺎﺀ ﲞﻔﺔ ﻇﻞ ،ﻭﺗﺴﻤﻴﺘﻬﺎ ﺑﻐﲑ ﻣﺴﻤﻴﺎﺎ ،ﻣﺜﻼﹰ ﻳﻄﻠﻖ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻋﻠﻲ ﲨﻌﺔ ﻣﻔﱵ ﺍﳉﻤﻬﻮﺭﻳﺔ ﻗﻮﻟﺔ ﻋﻠﻰ ﻛﻔﺘﻪ ،ﺃﻭ ﻫﻼﻝ ﺍﻟﻀﻼﱄ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺍﻟﺪﻛﺘﻮﺭ ﺍﳍﻼﱄ ﻳﻌﺘﻘﺪ ﺃﻥ ﺍﻷﺩﺏ ﺿﺮﺏ ﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﺰﻧﺪﻗﺔ ،ﻭﻗﻠﺔ ﺍﳊﻴﺎﺀ ،ﻭﺍﻥ ﺍﻟﺸﻌﺮ ﺇﻓﻚ ،ﻭﺃﻥ ﺍﻟﺸﻌﺮﺍﺀ ﻫﻢ ﺣﻘﺎﹰ ﻣﻦ ﻳﺘﺒﻌﻬﻢ ﺍﻟﻐﺎﻭﻭﻥ ،ﰒ ﻱ
ﻭﺩﻭﻣﺎﹰ ﻣﺎ ﻳﻘﻄﻊ ﺣﺒﻞ ﺍﳊﺪﻳﺚ ﺑﺒﻌﺾ ﺍﻟﺘﺼﺤﻴﺤﺎﺕ ،ﻋﻠﻰ ﺷﱴ ﺍﻷﻟﻮﺍﻥ ﺍﻟﺘﺼﺤﻴﺢ ﻭﺍﻟﺘﻨﻘﻴﺢ ﺳﻮﺍﺀﺍﹰ ﻟﻐﻮﻱ ﺃﻭ ﻋﻘﺎﺋﺪﻱ ،ﻓﻴﻤﺎ ﻳﻌﻠﻤﻪ ﻓﺤﺴﺐ ،ﻓﻴﻘﻮﻝ ﻣﺜﻼﹰ ﻗﻞ ...... ﻻ ﺗﻘﻞ ﻭﺍﻟﻨﱯ ،ﻻ ﺗﻜﺜﺮ ﺍﳊﻠﻒ ﺑﺎﷲ ...ﺻﻠﻲ ﻋﻠﻰ ﺣﺒﻴﺒﻚ ﺍﻟﻨﱯ ..ﻭﻫﻠﻢ ﺟﺮﺍ.. ﻳﺒﺤﺚ ﻋﻦ ﺃﻱ ﺷﻴﺊ ﻳﺰﻋﻢ ﻓﻴﻪ ﺍﻟﻨﻔﻊ ،ﻭﻳﻀﻔﻲ ﻋﻠﻴﻪ ﺍﻟﻄﺎﺑﻊ ﺍﻟﺪﻳﲏ ،ﺣﱴ ﻭﻟﻮ ﻛﺎﻧﺖ ﺗﺮﻛﻴﺒﺘﻪ ﲡﺎﰲ ﺫﻙ .. ﻓﻬﻮ ﻻﻳﻘﻴﻢ ﳍﻢ ﻭﺯﻧﺎﹰ ،ﻭﻻ ﻳﺪﺭﻱ ﳍﻢ ﻧﻔﻌﺎﹰ ،ﻭﻟﻜﻦ ﻣﻦ ﺩﻭﺍﻋﻲ ﲡﻤﻠﻪ ،ﺍﻥ ﻳﻈﻬﺮ ﺇﺣﺘﺮﺍﻣﺎﹰ ﳍﻢ ﰲ ﻏﻴﺒﺘﻬﻢ ،ﻭﻻ ﻳﻨﻌﺘﻬﻢ ﺍﻻ ﳝﺸﺎﳜﻨﺎ ﻭﺳﺎﺩﺍﺗﻨﺎ ..ﺑﻴﺪ ﺃﻢ ﻋﻨﺪﻩ ﲟﱰﻟﺔ ﻭﺍﺣﺪﺓ ، ﻓﺮﺡ ﺩﻳﲏ ﻭﻟﻴﻤﺔ
ﻣﻴﻨﺎ ﻣﻮﺣﺪ ﺍﻟﻘﻄﺮﻳﻦ ﺷﻴﺦ ﺍﳊﺎﺭﺓ ﺍﻟﺼﻮﻝ ﺍﻟﺒﻠﻮﻙ ﺍﻣﲔ
ﺿﺎﺑﻂ ﺍﻣﻦ ﺍﻟﺪﻭﻟﺔ ﺍﳌﻮﻇﻒ ﺍﳌﻮﺍﻃﻦ ﺍﻟﻌﺎﺩﻱ ﻭﺯﻭﺟﺘﻪ ﻭﺍﺑﻨﻪ ﺍﻟﻌﺎﻃﻞ ﻭﺑﻨﺘﻪ ﺍﻟﻌﺎﻧﺲ ﺍﻟﺒﻚ ﺍﻟﻨﺴﺎﺀ ﺍﻻﺭﺳﺘﻘﺮﺍﻁ ﺍﳌﺴﺎﻓﺮ ﺑﺮﻩ ﺍﻟﻌﺮﰊ ﺍﳋﻠﻴﺠﻲ ﺍﳋﻮﺍﺟﺔ ﺍﳌﺼﻠﺤﺔ .. ﺿﺎﺋﻘﺔ ﻣﺎﻟﻴﺔ ﻭﺗﺮﺍﻛﻢ ﺍﻟﺪﻳﻮﻥ .. ﺗﺄﺯﻡ ﺍﳊﺎﻟﺔ ﺍﳋﺪﻋﺔ ﺍﻟﻜﱪﻯ ﻭﱂ ﺍﻟﺸﻤﻞ... ﻛﺬﺑﺔ ﺷﺮﺍﺀ ﺍﻝ