الصوت الثالث
بقلم: نجوى عبد الجواد
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لكل منهما صفحته الناجحة ومتابعوه، يتنافس الاثنان فى جودة النشر وحسن العلاقة مع الأصدقاء. اتفقا على أن يكون أصدقاؤهما الصوت الثالث فى حياتهما، وما يختلفان عليه يصاغ في منشور بطريقة غير مباشرة، ويأخذ كل منهما رأى أصدقائه، وصوت الأغلبية يرضخان له.
وظل الأمر إلى أن قالت ولم لا؟
هز رأسه مستفهما؟؟
ترددت قليلا ونطقت بعد جهد وبصوت متلعثم :لِمَ لا نخضع مشكلتنا للصوت الثالث؟
أية مشكلة؟! ليس لدينا مشاكل.!
بل لدينا ويمنعك حياؤك من إثارتها أو التلميح لها.
لا تفتحى الموضوع، انتهينا.. هل اشتكيت يوما؟ إنه قدرنا، قال الطب رأيه لكن رحمة الله واسعة. هم لايعرفون أن معي جميلة الروح والقلب، أنت نعمة حياتي ولا مطلب آخر لى .
تأملته وهي تغالب دموعها، سامحني لقد نزل المنشور على صفحتينا.
أنت مجنونة! هل تدار الحياة بمنشورات النت!؟
لابأس فلننتطر ونر رأى الأصدقاء.
ليكن مجرد فضول منك فقط سأريحك تسلى منفردة سوف أدخل لأستريح. تسلى أيتها الطفلة.
جلست تراقب هاتفها كان المنشور موضوعيا صيغ بحيادية خالية من العاطفة تميل تعليقات الصديقات إلى صفها, يدعمنها ويدعينهما للتمسك بالأمل ويستنكرن الزواج الثانى . ولكن الصوت الكاسح كان لحقه في الزواج؛ فلاشرع يمنع، ولامجتمع فلِمَ نحرِّم الحلال؟، لن يفرط في زوجته وسيبحث عن ابن يسعد قلبه. أخذت تحصى الأصوات فكانت فى صالح الزوج. استجمعت نفسها وقالت لابأس، سوف أرى نتيجة الأصوات على صفحته، أين هاتفه؟ نظرت يمينا ويسارا لم تجده، تسللت على قدميها حتى لا توقظه ودخلت حجرته تبحث عن الهاتف، اقتربت من السرير، وجدته تحت الغطاء لم يكن نائما، كان ممسكا بالهاتف، مستغرقا لدرجة أنه لم يشعر بها وهي بجواره، انصبت نظراتها على تعبيرات وجهه: تركيز عال منه، اندماج مع المكتوب، راحة غطت الوجه يحاول إخفاءها.
مسحت دمعة غالبتها وقالت :مبروك
/مصر
The Third Voice
A short story by Najwa Abdel Jawaf
Translated from Arabic by ABDELLATIF RHESRI
Each one of them had his own successful page and followers. They both vied for quality publication and good relationship with the friends. They agreed that their friends would be the third voice in their lives, and that what they would dispute about should be implicitly published, so each one of them would get his own friends' point of view, and they would both accept the view of the majority.
The situation remained so until she said; "Why not?"
He raised his head asking what she meant.
She hesitated a little, then stuttered with difficulty; "why don't we submit our mutual problem to the view of the third voice?"
"What problem? We have no problems".
"Yes, we do, but you are too timid to raise them or even hint at them".
"Don't open that subject again, it's over. Have I ever complained? It's our fate. Doctors have given their opinion, but God is most merciful. They don't know that I live with a gentle, kind-hearted woman. You're my lifetime gift and I don't ask for more".
She stared at him meditatively, trying to hold back her tears. "I'm sorry. It's already been published in both our pages".
"You're crazy ! Do you think life can be managed through internet publications ?"
"Never mind. Let's wait and see the friends' point of view".
"Let it be a mere curious move from you. I'll let you amuse yourself alone, and go in to take a rest. Amuse yourself, little girl !
She kept checking her mobile phone. The published passage was objective, written in a highly impartial way which was void of emotions.The girls' views were taking her side; for they supported her, called her to remain hopeful and renounced a second marriage. Yet, the sweeping voice supported his right to get married again; since neither the Islamic law nor the society prevented that. So, why should we consider unlawful what was lawful? He would not give up his first wife, but he would look for a son to bless his own heart with happiness. She started counting the votes that were pro her husband. She held herself together and murmured; "It's Ok. I'll check the voting result on his page. Where's his phone?" She looked right and left, but could not find it. Then, so as not to wake him, she tiptoed into his room looking for the phone. She got closer to the bed. He was under the blanket, not sleeping but holding the phone. He was so preoccupied that he did not feel her presence beside him. She focused her eyes on his facial expressions. He was highly concentrated into what was written. One of his hands covered the face that he was trying to hide.
She wiped out a tear that she could not hold back, then said; "Congratulations !"
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