By: Abdul Wadoud al Amin
Mohaisen and love are inseparable parts, melting inside one
pot afar from the cowardly sanity and its arbitrary trifles.
Mohaisen masters love, the only issue that he learns from
this life. He measures all things through love. He sells and
buys love. Love is his only currency that he recognizes. He
usually goes to the vegetable shop and says to the seller:
- "I love you, give me a lemon."
And to the grocer:
- "I love you, give me this and that," after which he points
to biscuits and juices. He carries a bunch of flowers and
other things that he finds in the prairies, and gives them
to whomever he meets on the road, saying:
- "Give me love and take this flower."
- "Give me love and take this," offering a colored piece of
However, his love to children transcends everything. He
collects for them strange items that he finds in the fields
and caves. They become joyful when they see him and ask him
to play with them. He is the opposite of his likens, who are
mostly disturbed by children.
With respect to passion and fondness, one can talk without
embarrassment. In one single day he falls in love with more
than one princess. No Romeo like him can master the choosing
of princesses. His heart cannot escape the love arrows of
all beautiful girls. Insomnia hurts his eyelids constantly
while sleepiness deserted his eyes. All the mean eyes in the
village stab him in the back! Any beautiful girl can capture
Mohaisen is slow on the uptake and he is madly in love with
all pretty girls, who never outrun him. Instead, they joke
with him and show their kindness despite his repulsive weird
shape and figure coupled with his saliva that never stops
from drizzling. However, he is joyful and full of esprit,
which works for his success at them.
The skies and prairies are the hermitage of his piety.
There, he practices the rituals of his passion and finds his
space of freedom. He worships the creator of that beautiful
nature, where he becomes overwhelmed by a state of
manifestation, seeing God closer to him. However, he sees
him with his eyes letting the majestic light of his
Exaltedness penetrate his heart, hence, transforming inside
his emotions into a flame that will ignite the darkness of
his coming days.
He was truly in love with the prairies, which he visited
almost every day. He would roam the highlands of the
mountain and its fountains. This is the mountain that wrote
the pages of its glories and well-founded achievements.
Mohaisen can feel that attachment to the land, the
motherland of goodness from which he cannot separate and to
which he is tied. There, he spends most of his day roaming
the green parts that surround the village. He can never be
satisfied, picking flowers and useful wild herbs of which he
possesses a strange knowledge. At the end of the day he
gives his collection of flowers and herbs to his mother who
sells them in the end.
When he hears the sound of the flute of a shepherd while in
the prairies, he rushes towards him to say:
- "I love you."
He asks the shepherd to play for him. Once he starts hearing
the wails of the flute, his grievances materialize, he
becomes astonished, his color changes, and he starts crying
so hard. When the melody ends, he starts laughing loud and
kisses the shepherd, the sheep, the trees and everything he
may bump into. He skips to continue picking "thyme" and
His life continued purely and clearly until that ominous day
arrived, when the Zionists invaded with their entire savage
his pure homeland and desecrated that virgin motherland. On
that very day, seven martyrs fell to the ground. All were
among his loved ones. The village bid them farewell with a
Joining a funeral procession was not one of Mohaisen's
habits and he never gave attention to the death of anyone.
However, he followed that procession from a distance, fully
amazed. The funeral ceremonies ended, the martyrs were
buried to rest inside the virgin motherland, and the people
scattered to their homes, accompanied by grief and
Mohaisen sneaked to the cemetery, and sat with his head
between his hands. Out of silence, he began sobbing and his
voice grew louder and louder to transform into wails and
cries. He started slapping his face like the bereaved
mothers, scattering dirt over his head which he beats with a
stone until it bleeds.
People would drag him to his falling house, but he would
take them by surprise and run quickly back to the cemetery.
There, he stays three days, crying and wailing. Whenever he
gets tired from crying, he starts sobbing for a long time.
He sounds like an enigma and his hand hardly reaches the
food that he always gave to children.
Later, visiting the graveyard each dawn became one of his
rituals in all weather conditions. There he stays until the
sun sends its first rays, after which he leaves the
graveyard burdened with wounds to wonder the prairies.
Since that ominous day, dramatic changes happened to
Mohaisen's character. He became thin and his eyes protrusion
increased with the accumulation of dirt on top of his body
and worn-out clothes. He began suffering unprecedented
conditions. One day he becomes constantly sad to end up with
a killing depression. Other day he becomes panicked by a
haunting fear like the strangling nightmare. Other day one
can see him running down the alleys and streets of the
village, screaming and murmuring without anyone's ability in
deciphering any of his words but the one word that echoed
from time to time: "Hey Zionists." Nonetheless, one can
deduce from his grumpy face and hand signs with the spits
that his mouth fires out like bullets, threatening and
intimidating. Anyone hearing him would think that he is
swearing, knowing that he was never a man of swearing and he
would not even remember one bad word.
It seems like Mohaisen has found out that hatred is a must.
The mere existence of the Zionists in this miserable world
was a reason for life to be filled with dissipation and
immorality. How can Mohaisen avoid grudge and hatred when
the universe is filled with them, seeing the Zionists
usurping his motherland, where they practice the ugliest
atrocities in history and the dirtiest methods that no man
can ever describe and no shameless woman can ever practice?
He sees them torturing citizens with methods that not even
the lowest man on earth would practice. In the end, how can
Mohaisen avoid a dramatic change that turned his personality
The mere viewing of a Zionist causes him a dreadful nervous
shock, hence, he would roar, kick with his legs, beat his
head, and pound the earth violently, like someone wishing it
to crack open and swallow him. In the end, all he gains
nothing but the blood that runs out of his hands and head.
One girl whispers into her friend's ear: "Damn these
ridiculous times! Mohaisen changed drastically, what a pity!
Mohaisen can no longer recognize himself, which he denies
extremely with the old sweet days of love. Time is wasted!
He does not care about the pretty girls anymore. Any
gorgeous woman passing by him would only leave a flash
inside him that looks like a mild stab that would blow into
pustules inside his heart, letting him drown into his
However, one day when he was sitting at the cemetery that
echoed his sobbing voice and wailing tunes, a tall beautiful
girl came wearing black – One could only see her bright face
that shined like a full moon. In the beginning, he did not
give her any attention and his voice continued sending
dubious sad tunes, which mixed with the sad tunes of the
girl to formulate a beautiful orchestra. He looked at her
and saw her sitting by one of the graves, bowing like the
pine tree that was tired by the strong winds.
Suddenly, he felt the blade of a dagger sinking inside his
heart. He stood up quickly and sat beside her. Her face –
despite its prettiness – looked like the smile of a child.
All the dense vegetation of Mount Amil assembled in her eyes
while her tears represented the fountains of its river.
He continued to cry and his voice became very influenced and
moving. She looked at him out of pity and could not
understand any of his tune but the elongated groans and
moans, which increased her lamentation.
Just before sunrise, as he intended to leave the cemetery,
he approached her and said mysterious words for her
consolation, and she thanked him.
- How are you Mohaisen? Are you okay?
He kept silent and looked at the skies.
Why do you come here every day?
He looked down, kicked with his legs and left the cemetery.
He did not settle in any place. Instead, he remained
wondering until sunset to find himself in her house sitting
at the courtyard, and as soon as he saw her he yelled:
- "Lotof, I love you."
She did not laugh like others did. Instead, she looked at
him out of sadness and returned to the kitchen. On the
following day, he found himself bringing her all that he
could collect from the wilderness, flowers and herbs. She
asked him to take them to his mother, but he was not angry.
For a long time, he repeatedly visited her house while she
avoided angering him. She would never joke with him or make
a mockery out of him like others did. And she would not
exploit him for any job or even try to hurt his feelings.
All that she asked from him was to change his clothes and
wash. She gave him a handkerchief to wipe his saliva, which
made him very happy.
One time she asked him:
- Why do you love me? He bowed his head and did not reply.
Another time shed asked him:
- Why don't you work and make money like other men? He
stared at the ground, kicked with his legs and left the
house running. She thought he was angry from her and that he
would never return. But on the following day he stood in the
middle of the street carrying a stick with a straw hat on
his head, waving to the cars. He discovered that the work of
a traffic policeman was suitable for him. He stays for long
hours organizing the traffic to visit Lotof afterwards in
order to salute her and talk to her about the troubles of
the new job and the harm and grumpiness that he receives
from the drivers.
One day, Mohaisen was standing in the middle of the street;
suddenly he saw an Israeli patrol approaching from a
distance. He froze in his place, started shaking like a cane
in the wind, and his face flushed with anger. When the
patrol became a few meters away from him, he raised his arms
- Halt, Halt … "Israel" … Go back … Be astray.
- Halt, Halt … "Israel" … be lost.
The Zionists were alarmed and frightened as usual. They
started shooting bullets in the air in terrorization.
However, he remained solid in his place. The people
scattered panicking. When he saw the people running, he also
ran. The tanks chased him and the soldiers on top of them
were firing and yelling at him to stop. However, he
continued to run in front of them yelling:
God is gleat … God is gleat.
Suddenly he stopped and raised his arm to form with his fist
and two fingers the shape of a pistol.
He pointed at the Zionists and screamed sounds of bullets to
The Zionists were asking for help, the tanks were circling
the village, and there was a helicopter roaming the skies of
the village. The chase by tanks continued.
Mohaisen seeks refuge inside the communal annex of a mosque.
The Zionists quickly surround it.
Mohaisen goes up to the roof and starts throwing everything
his hands could reach such as chairs, metals, stones, and
God is gleat. God is gleat.
Bullets came from all sides with their smoke forming a
In the end, Mohaisen swam in his blood to discover life.
* Third part of the series "Bullet Pencil" / Nasr
encyclopedia of the resistance literature / Issued by the
Lebanese Organization for Arts – Ressalat.