Short story,s by Nidal Hamad

The lady of flowers

Short story by: Nidal Hamad
Translated by : Hassan hegazy

She comes every morning as usual .she walks in the narrow path that leads to the garden of her hung paradise. Her strange hat covers a space of her face and puts itself on her head. From a distance she looks , as if she were one of Houshy Mena's friends

He sat aside of a grave, began digging the soil with his long sharpened nails. Seeming not to be interested in our presence near to him; why should he be so, since we are strangers to the place?

My Tear Is My Candle

NIDAL HAMAD/OSLO

Translated by Fawzi Alshalabi

From an eye leaked a tear
Dropped from the cheek
So a candle was put out
Leaked from a candle
So light of tomorrow was put out by
A tear

Malek la putaine

Un texte de:Nidal Hamad

Traduit en Français par :Brahim Darghouthi/ Tunisie

Lorsqu’on onnonce son arrivée au grand hotel où on lui réserve une suite avec des spécifications particulières, la grande joie se propage parmi tous employés, de l’ouvrière des informations à la servante et du serveur et la servante au chauffeur du taxi.

The Mermaid

By Nidal Hamad

Translated by Poet and Novelist Munir Mezyed

Across the road that led to the sea coast, the way was full with traces of the foot and shoes and hovers of some pets. On both sides of the road,

Normal Death
By Nidal Hamed

Translated by Munir Mezyed

Death is death,
My friend…
You might die a normal death
And you might not find enough space for a coffin
Or a tomb
Or blooming rose
The world is in silence
Decaying in silence…

My Leg

 By Nidal Hamad

Translated by Dr Taysir Nashif

          It was unfortunate for him that he was alone, without partners at home. Residents in the rest of the rooms left on the morning of this sunny day to the market for shopping. Because of that, he regarded it as an opportunity; he said to himself that it was the ideal moment to seek refuge from them with a little bit of sleep.