Bondage is Coming Back

 

The Airport campus magnificence let me imagine that this magnificence is prepared for me, a big world of fantasy I was living in. Anyway the entrance procedures to Bahrain was not complicated and didn’t take much time. There was a woman with a Malawi features, carried a board which my name is written on it.

 

Hi, I am Bissan

I am Angela Soriano from United Trading Company coming to guide - you this night …

Thank you and nice to see you

 I hope a happy residence for you in Manama

Surely it will be happy, God welling…

 

Strong will was inside me to start working and discovering Bissan, who missed himself in the dark caves and tunnels  which separated between the hope and the real or what exactly you can take from this life. I am always trying to find the truth, but unfortunately the truth was never known.

 

It was night when Angela took me to the hotel, hot and humid weather badly influenced my strong will, which was  conducive to start my new life there, the humidity was difficult to describe and up to the best of my knowledge it was the worst and never known in any other place in the world, which disappointed me. Put Angela wanted to encourage me in my first night there, so she told me that we are now in the end of summer, just two months and weather become lovely and nice in the winter. 

 

Because of her wide knowledge about small Bahrain, I thought that she was born there , so I asked her:

 

I think that you know every single corner ere …

Yes, I have been here since 10 years

With family ?

With my husband …

 Is he working in the same company ?

 No, he is with US Navy…

It is nice

 

She was hearing in our way to the hotel a Jazz music, and drove the car with a high speed when we arrived somewhere:

 

 Look Bissan over there…

 There are a circle …

 This a Pearl circle…

I see, tell me Angela Is that a real pearl or not?

She laughed heartily, because she didn’t expect my naïve question, put I added:

 

  It is good think that each nation its folk, dealing pearls was the main job for the island citizens  for a long time, before the oil.

  Yes, put I think you like jokes

Yes, and I will learn more jokes here…

Sleepiness made me couldn’t concentrate anymore in anything, I felt that the way to the hotel is without end, While she was talking about Bahrain. I was a sleepy, and her gossip let me feel more tired after this long trip, which shifted me from the land of poverty to the riches one as I usually thought.

 

The company booked a room for me in the Hilton hotel, which was nice and well furnished. Just five minutes after the receptionist gave me the room key to found me in the  bed,  the tired and the years of passing night awake were over, I didn’t remember anything after putting my head on the bed, I slept deeply as I never did.  When I woke up on the next day afternoon I felt that I am active and full with vitality which never I felt in the last five years.

 

After I had my lunch, I went to the downtown to have a cup of Turkish coffee which fortunately was not far from the hotel, I walked to there by the front of sea way. I always loved the sea and waves which speaks in language everybody can understand. I heard the waves telling me the tales of the island, the tales of withdrawals and occupiers which the island was an target to all   super powers all over the history; located at the cross-roads between the east and west, Bahrain has over the centuries been the key to the trading life of the Persian Gulf.

 

The waves told me the Dilmun* story, which considered as a holy place for Sumerians, Ashorians and Babelilians. Its  holiness came from the pearls twinkling, which also punished  the Grecian to sail over the seas to dominate and occupy the smallest island in the world.  All the ancient super powers controlled Bahrain in turn.

 

After the people of Bahrain accepted the prophet Mohamed invitation to Islam, it became a part of Arab world till the Portuguese occupation came, put their rudeness with tribes leaders let Rukon-Eldin a one of those leader to call the Persians, which they attacked the Portuguese navy and kicked them out to became as a part of Persian Empire, the last comers to the island were English and now Americans.

 

In the sunset time, I looked carefully to the sea, when the water becoming brassy before sinking on the darkness, that sight repeated itself daily. The sun announced the end of day which will not come back again, the sun sank behind the sea waves and salt water, to tell us that everything has an end, just be careful maybe you will not see the next day sunrise.

 

I might have known that I would be Gligamish the second that mighty hero from Sumeria in his quest for immortality, in the land where old age is unknown. He learnt to dive the seabed and pluck the flower that restores youth; and with it set forth for his homeland. But, while he was resting, a snake came up from deep and stole and ate the flower, whereupon it cast off its skin and regained its youth. Thus the snake cheated Gilgamesh, and through him, mankind of eternal life, and won the prize himself, this was the Epic of Gligamish. If everybody will go to his end, surely I will not die as a sheep quietly. Then  could I find the way to way immortality in Bahrain?

 

I reached to the Archeological Bahrain Door, then I entered the downtown through that door as other conquerors or victors did, put nobody stand to welcomed me as they did with other, because I am not victor, put a simple man coming to here to earn his live and discovering his missed himself .

 

After Sunset Pray *, I tried to continue my around on the downtown, put the humid and hot weather forced to finish it. So I entered the Yateem Commercial Center which is located near the mosque where I prayed, it was a nice place and I used to pass hours all over the last six months on it, specially on its café in the first floor.

 

The cosmopolitan atmosphere of that café was letting me winging on the blue sky as seagull.  The humanity in its different colors and races met each other in the café, of course not to welcome me, put to drink some café and to eat some sweat.  it was not difficult to note that yellow race was the majority in Yateem center.

 

I chose a suitable table to allow me watch carefully everybody there. Nearby me there was an ancient Idol of beauty in last Pagan Africa, I imagined the Idolaters Africans dancing around her knocking the drums and sacrificing and praying to that idol to give them the blesses they need to get the beautiful things in their life time. She was a beautiful and elegant Negro girl working on the café as a waitress, she came me to asks:

 

Good evening sir

What a nice evening I am in!

Pardon!

You are beautiful, nobody told this truth?!!

Thank you, do you like to drink something?

Turkish coffee if available…

just a minute

Take your time…

 

There was a newspapers in my table, put I didn’t feel that I need to read anything especially some of our great newspapers are specialist is hypocrisy, further more they did never try to find the truth anywhere in this world, so I preferred to drink coffee and smoking cigarettes.

 The café had a gracious atmosphere, and clouds of smoke flied above the heads of customers carrying their tiredness after hard working hours. I took the first sip of coffee and let the first cigarette to start smoking.

 The cigarette flamed my imagination, the smoke made a fog in front of my eyes, Behind that fog a picture of mermaid which has come from the nearby sea has been visualized on my mind. After the fog have been vanished, I have come back from the mythical world, to see what I thought a mermaid was tall, blonde, blue magic eyes, and white. What a beautiful girl she was.

She seated in the table situated nearby mine. When the negro waitress talk with her, the standards of beauty were mixed with each other, as the black morning coffee mixed with white milk to make a different color and delicious taste,

Near that table I imagined the new human identity parturition in that small island, which it will reform the face of humanity  and maybe it will return us to the Adam and Eve Society, and the conflict between Cain and Aple will be more ferocity in the 21st century. put on other hand will the ethical values of great religions and revolutions hold out against the values of open markets ?

I looked jealously to the cup of coffee that baptized from her rosy lips, and enjoyed with her figures delicacy, something warm which pass through my body when her attractions seemed to me while she putting her legs left upon right. Years of deprivations from this show let my bold looks to her seductive body more deep and strong and these looks knocked strongly at the door of desire which would deluge this kind of beauty.

Her charms combined with the roused desire of  everyone in that café, and their maximum hope was to get a sip of honey from her lips, I decided to be the first and the last one who caught  her in that island. I went to her to light my cigarette from her lighter:

 

Good evening

Good evening, may I help you?

Yes, could you kindly give your lighter

With pleasure…

 

I lighted my cigarettes put I didn’t return the lighter to her, and came back to my table, my behavior provoked her then she came to me and nervously said:

My lighter, Please?!

Yes, Sorry I forgot it with me? in Russian Language

Put how?!

May be because of your beauty of the Miss of Russia…

Thanks , Do you know that you’re fluent in Russian …

Yes I know, Are you from Moscow?

Yes and you?

Could you enjoy me around this table?

  Of Course …

 

She accepted my invitation to share me the table, as I expected she came from Russia, to work somewhere in Bahrain, another kind of feelings  overflowed me in that time, the forbidden fruit is always sweet, those feelings confused me and I became a gushy and ready to have any adventure with her, she seated in front of me and I became in the middle of place where was redolent with her perfume and fragrance.

Did anybody tell you that you are beautiful?

Yes, and sexy  ( She guffawed )

Yes, I’ve seen the beauty put I couldn’t judge now that you’re sexy

You are smart,  from where are you?

 I am from the country which it is as Griffin, that fabulous bird which is fly from the ash refusing the death…

Is it puzzle?!

If it is, can you solve it?

Yes I can, Are you from Middle East?

Then You are Palestinian , I saw the same buried sad beyond your eyes  in the eyes of Palestinians colleagues in the university there in Moscow …

Yes I am Palestinian, My name’s Bissan …

My names Larisa  …

Nice name Larisa  means seagull in Greek  …

Thanks Bissan …

You told me that you were student, what did you study

 I was student in Medicine College, put I stopped to work and collect money here …

What do you do here?

 I am selling the love? ( She guffawed )

Oh, My God

 

No doubt that Larisa is really plucky, she didn’t feel a shame while she was telling me that she is working there as a whore,  I remembered the humanity before the era of freedom, when the bondage was allowed. When man was selling his brother in humanity, I remembered the bondwomen in that era, I asked my self:  Is Larisa a bondwoman, or she is just a adulteress, came to Manama to sell her sexual body to everyone ready to pay. put the early  bondwomen were thoroughly different, they didn’t bond themselves and didn’t sell their bodies to collect the money, further more  some of them became queens in the Islamic caliphate era, and there sons became kings.

Larisa is bonded herself.

 

The root of all evil is her love of money, that became the early greedy slaves merchant, who forbidden her to see the way of virtue that leads us to the genuine beauty, and let her to sink in the dirty sea of depravity, that sea which deceives us by its deluded fragrance and spurious look, which seduced me to swim across its high waves, I am not that impeccable prophet.

Her guffaw while she was telling me that she is a whore, was showing a signs of stress and frustration, there was a lot of anger beneath that gorgeous beauty, but is she constrained to be in Manama? Is there someone oblige her to work as prostitute? My father, who taught me how to be chaste, didn’t tell me how to restrain my restive desire, when I see Larisa’s blonde hair coming down to her waist, flicking strongly my chastity.

 

Did you collect money Larisa?! ( Condemn )

I have collect nothing Bissan , we should struggle to earn our living …

Is to be whore a suitable job for you?

I don’t know why the truth is always painful, If I told you that I am the great Opera singer in the world, would I change my truth? and could you be frank and answer my question ?

Sure …

Aren’t you looking for to get my body for a night? Don’t haggle me!  Just 10 Bahraini Dinars, see it is too cheap… (She is agitated her self and bitterly cried).

Her tears let me see the pearls when become liquid and runny for the first time, I hoped very much to gather and freeze those pretty shed pearls flowed from her cute blue eyes. Bissan’s manliness was excited by those shed tears, which wash the pure hearts.

 

No Larisa, I am not looking to get your body, but I am looking to get Larisa friendship

Don’t tell me that you are not look like those whom abusing me every night

I am not like them, but are there many girls working as you here?

Yes, Morocco , China , Russia , whores from every where … (she Guffawed strongly)

Oh, God

When have you been here?

Last night was the first in this humid Island …

You have enough time to discover it … ( disappointingly)

 

I might have known that the hopes and ambitions of foreigners in Persian Gulf would not carry the spirit of dreamers whom immigrated to the barren lands building new civilized societies, the foreigners there have no right to take nationalities of the countries they are working in for tens of years.

 

Have you found the contentment in collecting money by this way?

No, I haven’t and now I am living in the sadness and Misery Island…

All of us struggling to find happiness in this world, we spent a lot years from our lifetime in tussles with whom who prevent us to get that happiness we are looking for, so God told us about the perpetuated life after death in the heaven, where we could find the boundless happiness we are hoping to get, when the battle between the good and evil has been over.

 

The repentance tears continued washing her sorrowful heart, to become a penitent from the sins she compelled to perpetrate in that island. Warmly I touched her trembled hands to let her calm down soothe her fragile heart, then she heaved a deep sigh and said:

 

Warm me Bissan, I feel cold …

Don’t worry, I am with you …

Touch  my hands strongly, I am afraid …

 

We felt that we’ve already met each other somewhere that’s why we dealt with together tactfully, perhaps our two souls embraced each other in the profound an intangible world we entered every night by sleeping, and being absent in the real life where the indigence forced us to leave our homes.  In that untouchable life we can fly through the skies freely without need to get passport or visa.

 

Getting a gulp of air in that café, became hard because of burned tobacco smoke fog: 

 

 Larisa Let’s go outside

 Where?

To Manama Cornish to catch the sight of sunset on the sea …

Ok, Bissan Let’s go …

 

The sunset always rings a bell to remind us about the utter truth we don’t like to keep in mind, that every beginning has an end, and the lifetime is just breaths, which it is impossible to come back again, God daily tells us: Be aware the life is temporal not immortal.

 

While our hands were embracing our waists, we left the café to stroll on the Cornish, Larisa became calm. She didn’t imagine finding someone condemned her barefaced work. Despicably, every riotous one there tries to win her body for a night on the bed of disgrace, insulting that alluring beauty which God has been endowed her with.

We seated on the siege facing the sea, to catch the moment of dusk, when the sun goes behind the waves of gulf to rise else where. The color of salt water became copper before being black and dark, while the cupper sun of that day was hiding behind the waves, a beam of delight rayed from her emerald nails, these reflected rays penetrated through my heart to let the slept desire being awake and bold.

 

An old wooden ship has been seen following the cupper sun; Larisa looked carefully to the ship and asked me:

 

Do you think that ship will come to anchor in a better land?

 It depends on its sailors if they really want to be in a better land…

Before I met you I was hesitated to go home or stay collecting money here, put now I am leaving tomorrow night…

Great decision, I hope you good luck …

There, around the fire place I will enjoy with Mama Winter tales…

Do you remember one of these tales …

Yes…

Tale me a one …

You want the tale of Bear or the ship?

The ship tale …

 

The wooden ship we have seen started fade away beyond the quite gulf waves, and the sun became red before its setting, it looks like wounded soldier before giving up the soul. Larisa got a cigarette, and sadly started telling her tale.

 

In one day there was a huge ship anchoring on the wharf  port, where a lot of poor workers struggling to earn their lives, and hoping to escape from the land of fear they are living in to another free one. In the autumn they heard someone wearing Captain uniform around a bunch of armed sailors delivered a speech about the freedom and his thoughts about equality between all human beings, he told them about an empty island where they can find the absolute justice. He invited them to join him and sailors to rebel against the ship tightfisted owners. The workers accepted the captain thoughts that convinced them to snatch the greatest ship wharfing on the port. They won the battle put nobody of workers saw the captain and his retinue when sneaked and being far during the battle of Freedom. Near the bodies of Martyrs, Captain announced the victory and he invited the workers to follow the steps of those whom died for the Dream of Freedom and Justice. The workers praised the Captain every morning and thousands of poems have been written to glorify their inspired leader, one of these poems says: In sake of you we are willing to die, our shoulders will carry your throne; with you we are winging to the high skies; you are our twinkled star. Some of workers started whispering that they must be aware about the details of the trip to the promised heaven, but the sailors put them on the iron, Captain gathered all the workers to tell about the arrested betrayers, whom lift a hand against the Leader, the workers screamingly said Death for them, and then they threw their colleagues on the sea to let them sink and die on the cold water.  One month later, the Captain deliver a speech telling workers that we have only few days to anchor on the new land where we will build our endless heaven, the mission of everyone now is just dreaming in the next days to come. Disappointingly the inspired leader they believe in not only sold the ship but also sold the workers themselves to be slaves on the farms of the new lands, the leader they followed was a thoughtless scruffy one, the inspired and glorified leadership was just a gang of pirates used rash group of workers, while the new feudal master was flogging them on their backs they distracted, it was unbelievable to found yourself shackled and discover that the island of freedom has become the island of fetters.  I was rash as the those workers when I decided to stay here and working as a whore …

What did you study in the university Medicine or Philosophy?

Medicine, put the life is a biggest university in the world where thousands of philosophers have been made by the life sufferance, their ideas will be as clouds which will thunder and gleaming to announce good tidings that we are in aurora and the sun will rise within few hours …

 

You are attractive, not only by your beauty but also by your thought …  (Admirably )

I would like to have a dance with you  …

Here on the Cornish?!

No, elsewhere let’s go

Ok…

 

Evening twilight vanished, and a light of candle incandesces on Manama heavy darkness, and butterfly flies around the shined light dancing with the lines of lights, this was mine while I was walking with her on Manama Cornish, what’s a lucky man I am. The sun has gone to shine some where and else sun has flamed on Manama night by a bold girl took an honorable decision to stop sleeping with brute’s men.

 

She told me about her first days in Manama, it was a real tragedy, and no one can believe that there are human beings in the world dealing beastly with those innocent girls. To make your brother in humanity missed his respect to him self is a horrific action, the humanity is a unique miracle of cosmos, only the man in this creature can change the nature, the impossible became possible; we have no wings but we built planes to fly better than birds, so, struggling to save the life and dignity of every single human being is not impossible. 

 

We reached to where she likes to have a dance with me. There was a troublesome group on the Gate so I asked her:

 

What’s going on there?

Nothing those from American Navy …

Please, Let’s change this place …

No, don’t worry  those as salt in cooking  you will find them in every thing here …

Not only here … ( Ridiculously I said )

When they drink , they will be quiets …

 

It was sumptuous restaurant, the colored broken lights philandered the oaken tables and chairs. The luxurious glassy ash trays were sparkling by the dance plate lights, where a glass ball mirrored the rainbow lights dangled above the heads of dancers. The smell of wines and smoke of tobacco was whiffing from everywhere in that delightful nightclub. I totally forgot that the entrance to these places is forbidden in Islam, it was the first time for me to be there adhering with the stunning beauty of Larisa.

 

My curiosity pushed me forward to discover that strange world, which I never saw before, she wanted to share me her happiness in her coming back to home, she ordered a battle of Champagne to drink the last toasts in Manama, how can I drink?! .

 

The Bartender opened the battle and the white ejected foam became as volcano lava. My memory has become down by the heat of the molten rocks, and then I got the fist glass of alcohol in my life. Without any hesitation I came in to the new opened door, which lead me to the atmosphere conjured up images of a different kind of culture.

 

While Saxophonist was twittering wonderfully and his music admirably flittering with our beauty feelings, the twinkled stars danced and hugged each other in the darkness which became a dance plate to that night club, the music has provocative influence of every body in that rebelling nightclub to push them forward to find ways to live peacefully as one, it is gliding from our deep human emotions we are sharing, the thrilling saxophone music harmonized the beats of our hearts, and made us unawares united in the dance plate.

 

The saxophonist came to fly around brighten Larisa as the butterfly, he played in harmony with the dance that told her sad tale in Manama with out saying a single word just by her body movements, I think that he got her story by her miraculous mime by a dance of repentance, all of us encircled dazzlingly around them to enjoy out of the blue their amazing show, when she finished her dance a prolonged applause was waiting them by all and sundry encircled them.

 

I will never forget the miss world joy in that exciting unique night. Optimistically, she told me about her future hopes and her next days to come in the home land, she carried the glass of champagne and abruptly she jumped to stand on the table, then strongly screamed I am free. I will never live under bondage again. down to kingdom of soundless.

 

She was around to be fully inebriated, so I grasped her shivering moist smooth hands to let her come down. As a warm waterfall she flung her attractive sexy body at me, desirably I hugged her strongly and seated together around the table again to drink the last champagne toast for her.

 

At that moment I became overflowed by strange feelings which shoved  me to hug Larisa robustly between my shame and hesitated  arms, those feelings became as Roc, that huge and strong fabulous bird picked his  talons on me to let me wing far from my real world, to touch beautiful sexy body, at the end of that night a strong desire invite us to be together  else where. 

 

let’s go Bissan !

where?

to my flat, to have a dinner 

 Ok…

 

Her flat was very small, but very beautiful, it looks like the jewel box. In the living room there was a colored light coming from the sumptuous chandelier dangled above the heads. There in the sofa I couldn’t keep control of my self, I hold cuddled Larisa in my arms, all what I need at that moment is to get a kiss or warm hug from her to rouse the slept lustful desires.

 

  I love you Bissan, she said …

Put I adore you  (embracing her strongly)

Calm down baby, I am coming soon

 

Ten minutes later, the lights switched off and, then I started hearing  the classical music for Tchaikovsky, it was Romeo and Juliet Fantasy overture symphony, then the lightening of the room switched on in harmony with the music. From the dark Larisa appeared as a moon, she was wearing a satin nightgown that glows. The lights was reflecting from her dewed soft white skin while she was dancing with this passionate symphony, the satanic pieces of nightgown fluttering to let the attractive semi nude body twinkling in that unique night, by  the end of  that night my shivered lips became near Larisa bold lips, I was frightened from something which I can’t recognize, but I feel pleasure while she was coiling around me, my arms caught strongly her slim waist, but before starting in French kissing I imagined a sad Giant emerged from the dark I saw his tears, then I couldn’t continue with her, she stopped coiling and asked me:

 

what is a matter Bissan …

nothing …

you are scaring …

no, baby I am not let’s continue

 

the Giant appearing once again  and said : “NOR COME NIGH TO ADULTERY FOR IS SHAMEFUL (DEED) AND EVIL WAY”. So I couldn’t continue with her that romantic moments, the giant who lives inside me ring a bell to let me remember who am I?

Written by : Basim Mohammad Faris

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