The Deads Who Are Calling

writer: Sho’aib Mirzaiee

translated by: Kurdistan Hajbi
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When I woke up in the morning I called Behzad: “Hey Behzad, I saw Mahmood last night, he told that he was divorcing her, no no… he told she was getting divorced.”

-” Are you getting crazy?  he has divorced her for two years.”He tod.

-” You’re wrong Behzad. I myself saw Mahmood last night.” I told… he hung up the phone without telling anything.

I dressed up quickly and went out, I was looking for Mahmood alley by alley, street by street, the city was ended but I failed of finding him. I went to Rebwar’s store, I knelt hopelessly and tired and turned on a smoke.

-” How is it possible to fail finding Mahmood in this four-street city?” I told.

– said:” Which Mahmood bro?

-” Don’t you know him? the Mahmood who is divorcing his wife, Behzad told he had divorced her for two years… I don’t know…” I told

said:” bro have you got crazy bro?”

-“Why?” I told

-” Behzad died two years ago, didn’t he?” he told

I got shocked, such as a crazy person, I shouted, hit the walls, what does it mean? what’s wrong to me? what’s wrong to you?

I myself spoke to Behzad today, and saw Mahmood yesterday and told me he was divorcing her, no… no he told that she was getting divorced…

why don’t you say anything? Rebwar, hey Rebwar! why don’t you answer me? Rebwaaaar…

 Then when I got calmer, I looked at the ceiling and remind that I’ve been died exactly for two years.