Flash Fictions: Send Me My Eyes

 

1.   Send Me My Eyes

 

Originally Written in Baloch by: AR Daad

Translated into English by: Uzair Mehr

 

I propped myself against the wall and stood. She was not looking toward me. Her face was turned around. She was hoarding her all luggage.  She had bound the happiness at the skirt of her scarf and tossed away the afflictions and sorrows in my lap. I was looking at her wordlessly. She was not seeing me. She was still turned around.

 

As she had stretched her hand toward the mirror, the clock hung on the wall, fell down. Standing its dial at ten o clock, it stopped working. I cleared my throat and smiled. She turned her face around and looked at me. Rancor and grudge were conspicuous from her eyes.  

 

“You can tell me everything today but not tomorrow.”

She was absorbed in selecting and collecting her stuffs again. The night turned into day. When I woke up in the morning, I couldn’t see anything. She, along with her luggage, took away my eyes as well.

 

2.   The Dog

 

Originally Written in Baloch by: Ghulam Nigwari

Translated into English by: Uzair Mehr

 

A crowd of people forgathered watching a scene. Two dogs were fighting before them. I, too, joined in the crowd. Meantime, I saw that both of the dogs were bloodstained and the first dog was holding the second dog’s neck and the second dog was holding the first dog’s leg in his mouth excoriating each other. 

 

 

“You are a lot of people here, and these dogs are fighting like this. Why don’t you people try to break them up and pacify them?” I asked a man standing next to me.  

 

“These are dogs and dogs tend to fight. When one gets faint, it runs away itself,” said the man, but his eyes were set on the dogs. I uttered nothing then and was immersed, watching the dog fight scene.

 

 

3.   The Bloody Trail

 

Originally Written in Baloch by: Asghar Zaheer

Translated into English by: Uzair Mehr

 

He combed his hair and wore his finest shoes. For solving an intricate matter, he left for the city in the morning. When he got out of the car, he looked at the cirrocumulus clouds and kept perambulating the city streets. The bloody trail of his footprint remained after.

 

 

 

4.   The Mirror Doesn’t Tell Lies

 

Originally Written in Baloch by: Asghar Zaheer

Translated into English by: Uzair Mehr

 

After a long time, he had been able to get a piece of mirror today. He took the mirror and began to see himself through it. Meantime, he saw an unrefined and shaggy man, who was untidy and messy, and his long beard and mustache were disheveled. He touched his nose and looked at it, minutely.

 

“Yes! This nose is mine, then whose is this mussy face?” He recognized only his large nose, which was always extolled by people.   

 

“I don’t want to have this face, why does this mirror show it to me?” he said screamingly, discarding the piece of mirror vehemently afar.”

 

“Be grateful that your nose is still intact. What comes ahead would be better. Here, many people do possess safe faces but they don’t have a nose. Even the mirror, too, can’t furnish them with a nose because the mirror is the greatest blest and veracious thing in the world,” his scruples said peacefully, making him gently understand.

 

 

 

5.   The Cause

 

Originally Written in Baloch by: Asghar Zaheer

Translated into English by: Uzair Mehr

 

Mrs. Sakeena didn’t come out of her house due to Coronavirus for a long time. One morning, when she woke up from her sleep, her left foot began aching. She thought in her heart that it was surely the cause of Coronavirus that had overpowered her. She sat and opened up the strongbox, brought out all the jewelries, and wore them. But, the pain heightened day by day. Eventually, her husband took her to a hospital, and after tests and x-rays it was identified that a vein of in her foot, had twisted.   

   

 

 

6.   The Reward of Pleasures

 

Originally Written in Baloch by: Rajdar Kallagi

Translated into English by: Uzair Mehr

She woke up from her sleep. Sitting by the window, she looked outside. She was thinking about her lover and on her solitude. She was preponderantly recollecting that moment when they both looked at the fatigued eyes and feeble veins of each other’s body as they moved after being overwhelmed by the pleasurable embrace and weariness.

 

A bleak smile spread over their lips. As she startled and began touching her belly, the tears trickled down from her eyes.