And now, restored to the status of daughter in her own home, Amina began to feel the emotions of other people's food seeping into her - because Reverend Mother doled out the curries and meatballs of intransigence, dishes imbued with the personality of their creator; Amina ate the fish salans of stubbornness and the birianis of determination. And, although Mary's pickles had a partially counteractive effect - since she had stirred into them the guilt of her heart, and the fear of discovery, so that, good as they tasted, they had the power of making those who ate them subject to nameless uncertainties and dreams of accusing fingers - the diet provided by Reverend Mother filled Amina with a kind of rage, and even produced slight signs of improvements in her defeated husband.
Salman RushdieI learned: the first lesson of my life: nobody can face the world with his eyes open all the time.
Salman RushdieRich kid," Shiva yelled, "you don't know one damn thing! What purpose, man? What thing in the whole sister-sleeping world got reason, yara? For what reason you're rich and I'm poor? Where's the reason in starving, man? God knows how many millions of damn fools living in this country, man, and you think there's a purpose! Man, I'll tell you -- you got to get what you can, do what you can with it, and then you got to die. That's reason, rich boy. Everything else is only mother-sleeping wind!
Salman RushdieA little bird whispers in my ear: "Be fair! Nobody, no country, has a monopoly of untruth.
Salman RushdieAnd so I returned to that city in which, in those last hours before reunions, Shaheed and I saw many things which were not true, which were not possible, because our boys would not could not have behaved so badly; we saw men in spectacles with heads like eggs being shot in side-streets, we saw the intelligentsia of the city being massacred by the hundred, but it was not true because it could not have been true, the Tiger was a decent chap, after all, and our jawans were worth ten babus, we moved through the impossible hallucination of the night, hiding in doorways while fired blossomed like flowers, reminding me of the way the Brass Monkey used to set fire to shoes to attract a little attention, there were slit throats being buried in unmarked graves, and Shaheed began his, "No, buddha -- what a thing, Allah, you can't believe your eyes -- no, not true, how can it -- buddha, tell, what's got into my eyes?" And at last the buddha spoke, knowing Shaheed could not hear: "O, Shaheeda," he said, revealing the depths of his fastidiousness, "a person must sometimes choose what he will see and what he will not; look away, look away from there now." But Shaheed was staring at a maidan in which lady doctors were being bayoneted before they were raped, and raped again before they were shot. Above them and behind them, the cool while minaret of a mosque started blindly down upon the scene.
Salman Rushdieأين تُراها تذهب بحسب تصورك؟
أقصد المشاعر التي كان يجب الشعور بها، إنما لا يشعر بها أحد، كالندم على كلمة فظة مثلاً، الشعور بالذنب، الضيق، الاحتشام، الخزي، العار؟
لنتخيل أن العار سائل، لنقل إنه شراب غازي حلو تهترئ له الأسنان، موجود في آلة لبيع المشروبات، اضغط الكوب الأيمن يخرج لك كوب ينصب فيه جدول دافق من هذا السائل .. فكيف يمكنك أن تضغط الزر؟ ستقول: لا شأن لي به، كما لا شأن لي باختراع كذبة، أو مضاج
عة فتاة بيضاء لفتى أبيض، أو ولادة مولود من جنس غير مرغوب فيه .. إذاً بضغط الزر ستخرج العاطفة ذات الزبد متدفقة فتشرب ملء بطنك .. لكن كم من الكائنات البشرية ترفض اتباع هذه التعليمات البسيطة!
أشياء مخزية تجري، كذب، تحلل، عدم احترام للأكبر سناً، تقصير في حب الوطن، افتراع خاطئ في وقت الانتخابات ، إفراط في الأكل، خيانات زوجية، روايات تفضخ سيراً ذاتية، غش في ورق اللعب، سوء معاملة النساء، رسوب في الامتحانات، تهريب، رمي لاعب الكريكيت لمجموعة عصيّه في اللحظة الحرجة من مباراة اختيارية: وكلها تجري دون استحياء أو خجل.
إذاً ما الذي يحدث لكل ذلك العار الذي لا يشعر به أحد؟ ما الذي يحدث لأكواب ذلك الشراب المتدفق من الآلة الذي لا يشربه أحد؟ لنعد للتفكير مرة ثانية بآلة البيع تلك، الزر يضغط، لكن حينئذ تتدخل يد لا تعرف الحياء وتلقي بالكوب، أي أن ضاغط الزر لا يشرب ما طلبه، وهكذا يراق على الأرض سائل العار ليشكل بحيرة كثيرة الزبد حول الآلة.
لكننا نناقش قضية مجردة، آلة بيع وهمية تماماً، إذاً في الأثير يمضي عار العالم الذي لا يشعر به أحد، ومن ثم يمتصه القلة من سيئي الحظ، بوابو العالم غير المرئي، لتغدو نفوسهم سطولاً يقطر فيها من المماسح ما قد أريق من قبل، ونحن نحتفظ بهذه بسطول كهذه في خزائن خاصة لكننا لا نفكر بها كثيراً رغم أنها تخلصنا من مياهنا القذرة.
من رواية (العار)
They feared her [the dream beloved], knowing that, being impossible, she was irresistable, and that was why the king loved her best.
Salman RushdieI am your handiwork made flesh. You took beauty and created hideousness, and out of this monstrosity your child will be born …. I am the meaning of your deeds. I am the meaning of your so-called love; your destructive, selfish, wanton love … your love looks just like hatred.
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What shuts you up is, I think, the sight you've had of perfection: why speak if you can't manage perfect thoughts, perfect sentences? It feels like a betrayal of what you've been through. But it fades; you accept that certain compromises, closures, are required if you're to continue.
Salman RushdieThis is how people behave when their dailiness is destroyed, when for a few moments they see, plain and unadorned, one of the great shaping forces of life. Calamity fixes them with her mesmeric eye, and they begin to scoop and paw at the rubble of their days, trying to pluck the memory of the quotidian - a toy, a book, a garment, even a photograph - from the garbage heaps of the irretrievable, of their overwhelming loss.
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