Honey of EVE

By Mohamed Rafie

I walked satisfied because God talked to me in the voice of the birds, the sleepy eyes of the cat, the satisfaction of the people, and the tears of the grieved girl that had dried. The girl disappeared, the question she posed in a previous scene; “Why do you speak to your God throughout your life, and he did not answer you even once?” She disappeared and went out of my life forever. Just because he really talked to me.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Austin Macauley Publishers
• Release date: Sep 30, 2022
• ISBN: 9789948046868

Mohamed Rafie

Mohammed Rafie is an Egyptian novelist and screenwriter; his work in writing short stories is widely recognized in the region and has won many literature prizes for his stories and novels. In addition, he writes in both literature and film criticism. He has significant experience in teaching script writing since 2010. He graduated from new technology academy for cinema and worked with very famous directors like Khaled Youssef and Rafaat El Mehdi in developing a screenwriting work. Lately in 2018, he wrote the KARAMA movie directed by Khaled Youssef.

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About the Author

Mohammed Rafie is an Egyptian novelist and screenwriter; his work in writing short stories is widely recognized in the region and has won many literature prizes for his stories and novels. In addition, he writes in both literature and film criticism. He has significant experience in teaching script writing since 2010. He graduated from new technology academy for cinema and worked with very famous directors like Khaled Youssef and Rafaat El Mehdi in developing a screenwriting work. Lately in 2018, he wrote the Karama movie directed by Khaled Youssef.

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Dedication

To my mom, forty years old, I am looking for words to wipe your forehead on nights of my coma.

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ISBN – 9789948046851 – (Paperback)

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First Published 2022

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Revelation

The mother stood to hang out on the clothesline her dreams and pants in same time, a wish and gown. The air blows the washing. The pants turn in her eyes to the steps of the father coming back from the school, and the little socks become feet crossing the street shyly. The baby diaper becomes a girl that helps her at home and throws her braids in her lap before the school bus arrives.

The two babies, who emigrated to heaven a few days after they arrived at the airport of the heart, left two scars in the life. God who cooks the children inside us, pulled their hooks after two days, and they rose up. The earth revolved around its sun in its dented path. The belly bulged again producing a boy whose socks the mother hangs out in a hurry before the baby girl wakes up looking for her.

The women were peeking at the bereavement from behind the walls. As they were in fear, they wanted to know how the days look in attention. How does a mother hang out clothes for a son who will never wear them again?

She sensed their doing, so she went behind the walls to be bombarded with their inexplicable consolations and hugs;

- May God compensate you

- Compensates me!

The socks fly in the morning air, but a clothespin of hope ties them with the rope of life. The mother knows nothing but a room in her heart was darkened.

She understood from their talk what happened to him, so she rushed out like a cheetah at wildness, the black asphalt, like death in color, ran behind her getting away from her. The shoes abandoned her; they refused to go with her to the hospital. The boy’s head swelled as she had dreamed of, yet his body remained small. The head filled up with blood was blown up like a balloon. But the God of fainting was merciful. She fell into the bottom of the world when she saw her sweety son with swollen head and little body. The father’s only eye does not have enough tears, and the baby girl is forgetting at home crying. O father how your only eye cry over a son who booked his tickets and stood on the pavement waiting to quit. And his mother in front of you dismayed turning around on the floor like a shuttle and bumping into the chairs and walls. Is it her way to land on the bottom of the world? On a ladder of agony?

The baby girl, three miles away, is filling the empty house with screams and she is starving. What light comes to your only eye that buried your previous two children babies? Which fire with lustful veins? When you heard that your child’s blood deserted its veins and roamed in her head freely and expanded it like a balloon of the dreams? Did God hear you when you begged him not to pull his hook? Did he see from above a mother spinning her body like a fan on the polished floor? Did he look at your only eye pleading