LOVER…

2023-10-15 11:34:00, Opinione CNA

LOVER…

For years, Alqi suffered a lot on the day of the start of school. Until he grew up, he stayed in the courtyard of the two-story building. With eyes from the windows of the classrooms and a few tears that gathered, but did not slide down. His peers climbed the stairs, entered the classroom, he sat there, opposite, without crossing the gate. Once he dared the crowd of children pushed him and pulled him out. It seemed to him that he stepped in the prohibited area, but in fact, the joy of the students put him ahead of the big break.

Alqi had no way of understanding it. He was born deaf and dumb. The mother learned from the first week, but was comforted. God gives you a son, he gives you a beautiful one, but without a mouth. The sun didn't set except for us, Asija consoled herself.

Alqi was really handsome. When he became a man, he radiated charm from afar. Except that the girls of the village would sweep him away with a few glances, and since he neither spoke nor heard, they would turn their heads towards the other boys. Alqi's heart was torn apart and he spoke in his dreams about his desires, passions, desires. If he wanted to open up to someone, he couldn't. Only his mother understood some signs. But not of his talaz. Over the years, it grew and the village grew smaller. Middle-aged men, young men fled. That land could not support them. Maybe he provided them with food, but today's life is full of demands.

And so there came a day when the young daughters and brides were left without a man in the village. In fact, Alqi lived there, but they didn't count that. It just seemed like a thing. It was sad when there was no boy in the neighborhood. Alqi had no close friends. But everyone had a friend. They wanted to take him with them, he even went to Thessaloniki for two months, but nothing happened. Not because he didn't know the language, but because he couldn't hear what they said to him, and he was so shocked when he returned to the village that he thought he had come to heaven. I will never leave again, he promised himself.

The village without boys was like a dish without salt, like a tree without leaves, like a river without water. He used to leave the center of the village in the afternoon and see many beautiful girls. The husbands of the lovers sent them loads of clothes and money. That's why they shine, as if they were tyrants or corsairs. They saw each other, but their eyes also went to Alqi. He has beautiful eyes, said one. Athlete's body, said the other. The boy did not understand this interest and blushed. At night, ama enjoyed the sightings. But one afternoon Vjollca, Ladi's daughter-in-law, appeared at the door of the house.

- I have nowhere to cry my troubles, - she started - It seems to me that Ladi is connected with a Greek woman. He hasn't come for five months.

Alqi did not understand anything. Except he saw the blushing Violet. That she would take his hand and bring it to her breast. The black guy lost it. It seemed as if it rose from the ground, as if it were flying. Vjollca was caressing her shoulder, her hair, approached to kiss her and... ran away. He ran.

Alqi stayed at the window for two days. All the girls looked like Vjollca. That's how he complained when Drita, Bedriu's girl, fell in love with him. He went straight in and didn't speak. Not a word. He attacked Alqi, took his breath away on the floor. When the boy came to his senses, the girl from Bedri had put on her dress, collected her hair and ran downstairs, from the neighborhood of the river.

But it's not about putting milk in a bottle. It is a situation, a breath, a solution, a hope. Here, my sister, we have an Alq for our trouble, the women gave up. They no longer called him deaf or dumb. They called him loudly, Alqi. They pronounced it with such love as if it were their first passion.

Alqi's house was at the end of the village. That road had never been lively. While now women and girls played only there. Whoever was brave looked at the fire, whoever was shy was less happy, took his sight with him and put it under the sheet.

A word spread, Alqi goes with our brides. Boys and young men laughed and laughed at this big "lie". It went in one ear and out the other.

A few months passed and the lover of trouble fell into trouble. What he was doing seemed shameful and disloyal. But women did not leave time for self-criticism. They called him time and time again as if Alqi was an emergency doctor. Inside, he had revenge for the underestimation and insults over the years. However, his essence was justice and virtue. So one night he ran away from the village without announcing the corner. Horrible women for a week circled his house. Worried, they couldn't learn anything. Until one Sunday, he arrived by taxi in the center, in a suit. He went down with a girl dressed as a bride. She was "talking" to him with signs. It was understandable that she was also deaf and dumb.

-We will have a wedding today, said Asija's mother. - I invite all the neighborhoods.

But only the air heard the last word. The daughters and brides of the village dissolved in the autumn twilight. For them, from today Alqi turned back into an ordinary deaf-mute. Thank goodness it is so. He keeps our secrets like a bank vault, the burning passions were comforted and turned into fog. They slid down the valley in their dreams disturbed by night moans and groans under the dusty white sheets. / CNA