Time isn't something isolated from us like a tree, an inkwell or a book.
It isn't that balance spring our wristwatch contains, but it's something that enfolds us.
Each of us has his own time.
Our emotions and our concerns...
They are the real watch that controls our time making it long or short ..
Our joy makes hours pass like moments.
Our pain makes moments heavy, long and terrifying. They pass like years or longer.
The Secret of Death/ Dr. Mostafa Mahmoud
(My humble translation)
I grew up reading for Dr. Mostafa Mahmoud and I have many of his books :)
This man is a genius, whether he writes in MSA or using Egyptian dialect, his writings always showed
his creativity. Do you also remember his tv show العلم والإيمان?
I felt this deep sadness after he died 9 years ago! Thank you, Suade for sharing your translation to one
of his literary texts. As a translator from English-Arabic, I find it hard to translate to my target language
"English", especially when it comes to literature, so I believe you are very brave to do so.
I totally agree with Phil; your writings always amaze me and I enjoyed reading your translation a lot.
Do you agree that the original text is more like prose or literary text? I believe this is the Arabic text:
.إن الزمن ليس شيئًا منعزلًا عنا مثل الشجرة و المحبرة و الكتاب .. ليس زمبلكًا تحتويه ساعة اليد .. و لكنه شيء يلابسنا"
.لكل منا زمن خاص به. عواطفنا و اهتماماتنا هي الساعة الحقيقية التي تضبط الزمن و تطيله أو تقصره. أفراحنا تجعل ساعاتنا لحظات
".وآلامنا تجعل لحظاتنا طويلة مريرة ثقيلة مثل السنين وأطول
Sometimes I feel like knocking my head on the wall when I hear the young generation praising, let's
say, Ahlam Mosteghanemi, and I ask myself: what has literature come to?
The fact that she's even considered a writer irritates me O_o