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Please Return Me My Corpse
Please Return Me My Corpse
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I was slain in the battle of behaviors. I dragged my corpse onto the Constitution Avenue. At the square, my body remained unclaimed, untouched. The municipality authorities were informed.
From a rat hole close to my cadaver a rat emerged, โListen! We need to nibble your garb, grant us permission,โ he said, peering into my eyes.
I consented. The rats shorn my garments and left me naked.
Then came the insects, and sought my permission, โYouโre dead. Let us sate our hunger with your flesh.โ
The insects began their feast on my body.
Decay started to permeate my remains.
Passersby moved swiftly, covering their nose and mouth with their hands. Before the municipal workers could come to retrieve my corpse, my bodyโs components scattered. Eyes, ears, arms, legs, tongue, and noseโ the insects had severed and isolated them all.
My scattered limbs garnered renewed curiosity of the onlookers.
Someone needed my eyes, other picked up my arms.
Finally, my legs, nose, ears, all were taken away. My corpseโs crumbled pieces entered the homes of people.
I have been wandering in the hunt for my fractionated corpse shared among rats, insects and all other reptilians. If a piece has found its way to your home, then please! Return it to me!โ
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(Translated from Urdu by Abdul Ghani)
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I was slain in the battle of behaviors. I dragged my corpse onto the Constitution Avenue. At the square, my body remained unclaimed, untouched. The municipality authorities were informed.
From a rat hole close to my cadaver a rat emerged, โListen! We need to nibble your garb, grant us permission,โ he said, peering into my eyes.
I consented. The rats shorn my garments and left me naked.
Then came the insects, and sought my permission, โYouโre dead. Let us sate our hunger with your flesh.โ
The insects began their feast on my body.
Decay started to permeate my remains.
Passersby moved swiftly, covering their nose and mouth with their hands. Before the municipal workers could come to retrieve my corpse, my bodyโs components scattered. Eyes, ears, arms, legs, tongue, and noseโ the insects had severed and isolated them all.
My scattered limbs garnered renewed curiosity of the onlookers.
Someone needed my eyes, other picked up my arms.
Finally, my legs, nose, ears, all were taken away. My corpseโs crumbled pieces entered the homes of people.
I have been wandering in the hunt for my fractionated corpse shared among rats, insects and all other reptilians. If a piece has found its way to your home, then please! Return it to me!โ
โฆ.
(Translated from Urdu by Abdul Ghani)
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Juman Ahmedani, a Sindhi and Urdu flash fiction writer, was born on 05 May 1971 in Tando Ghulam Ali, District Badin, Sindh, Pakistan. He lives in Karachi. He did master in Sindhi literature in 2002 and then masters in Socialogy in 2012 โ both from University of Sindh, Jamshoro. Juman Ahmedani has published three collections of his Sindhi short stories: โ๐๐ฅ๐ข๐ข๐ฅ๐ด ๐๐ฐ๐ข๐ด๐ฎ๐ข๐ข๐ฏ ๐๐ฐ ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ฉ๐ฆ๐ณโ (The City of Gloomy Weathers) 2004, โ๐๐ฌ๐ฆ๐ญ๐ฐ ๐๐ข๐ฏ๐ฉ๐ฐโ(The Alone Man) 2012, and โ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ฉ๐ช ๐๐ฉ๐ข๐ข๐ต ๐๐ฆ ๐๐ต๐ฌ๐บ๐ฆ๐ข๐ญ ๐๐ข๐ข๐ญ๐ฉโ (Hanging On The Gallows 2021). His stories have also been translated in Pashto.
View all postsAbdul Ghani is a writer, poet, translator, columnist and Journalist in Islamabad, Pakistan. He writes thought-provoking short stories and poignant poetry. He has translated short stories and flash fiction form Urdu to English. Abdul Ghani has also made significant contributions as a journalist with insightful analyses and reports on cultural, social, and political issues.
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