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By : Kasim Matrood
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By : Kasim Matrood
Translated by : Ahlam Pairdawood



Darkness , the sound of a passing train through the stage, disappearing gradually.

Pebbles and sand covering the stage expressing the severity and gloominess of the place…the hills penetrate the corners ,and a railway stretches in the depth in front of which stands a large colorless girder with pieces referring unclearly to the name of a city, or a half broken wooden piece on which few words have been written .

Signs are placed here and there and two axes besides two stony seats in the middle of the stage.

The husband ( skims a look from his wife) I was a child and then grew up.
The wife (with the same look) So did I .
The husband ( pause ) It is nice to sleep in the night and wake up in the morning.
The wife really?
The husband I don’t eat unless I’m hungry.
The wife Neither do I ( pause ), I like mornings a lot.
The husband So do I.
The wife I am afraid of sunset and never