رسالة هو اه - عيون العرب

**بقايا جروح** · #1 02-04-2007, 04:58 AM

A letter from an Indian mother to her son.

My dear Jagjit,
I am in a well here and hoping you are also in a well there.
I'm writing this letter slowly, because I know you cannot read fast.
We don't live where we did when you left home. Your dad read in the
newspaper that most accidents happen 20 miles from home, so we moved
20miles.
I won't be able to send the address as the last Sardar who stayed here
took the house numbers with them for their new house so they would not
have to change their address. Hopefully by next week we will be able to
take our earlier address plate here, and that our address will remain same
too.
This place is really nice. It even has a washing machine, situated right
above the toilet I'm not sure it works too well. Last week I put in 3
shirts, pulled the chain and haven't seen them since.
The weather here isn't too bad. It rained only twice last week. The First
time it rained for 3 days and second time for 4 days.
The coat you wanted me to send you, your Aunt said it would be a little
too heavy to send in the mail with all the l buttons, so we cut them
off and put them in the pocket.
Your father has another job. He has 500 men under him. He is cutting the
grass at the cemetery.
By the way I took Bahu to our club's poolside. The manager is Badmash. He
told her that two piece swimming suit is not allowed in his club. We were
confused as to which piece should we remove?
Your sister had a baby this morning. I haven't found out whether it is a
girl or a boy, so I don't know whether you are an Aunt or Uncle.
Your uncle, Jetinder fell in the nearby well. Some men tried to pull him
out, but he fought them off bravely and drowned. We cremated him and he
burned for three days.
Your best friend, Balwinder, is no more. He died trying to fulfill his
father's last wishes. His father had wished to be buried in the sea after
he died. And your friend died while in the process of digging a grave for
his father.
There isn't much more news this time. Nothing much has happened.
Love - Mom.
P.S. Jagjit, I was going to send you some money but by the time I
realized, I had already sealed off this letter.

الترجمه:

رسالة من ام هنديه لأبنها

جاججيتي حبيبي,
انا بخير هنا واتمنى ان تكون بخير هناك
اكتب هذه الرساله ببطء لاني اعرف انك لا تعرف القراءه بسرعه , ابوك قرأ في الجريده ان اكثر الحوادث العرضيه تقع على بعد 20 ميل من بيتنا عشان كذا انتقلنا لبيت جديد يبعد عن بيتنا القديم اللي تعرفه 20 ميل
ماقدر ارسلك عنوان البيت الجديد عشان اللي شرينا منه البيت اخذ عنوانه معه مايبي يغيره و حنا في الاسبوع الجاي راح نجيب عنوان بيتنا القديم عشان كذا عنوانا ماراح يتغير
البيت الجديد حلو مرررررررره فيه غساله بوسط الحمام يمين المرحاض بس شكلها ماتشتغل كويس الاسبوع اللي راح حطيت فيها 3 قمصان وسحبت السلسله ولا حصلتهم بعدين ( تقصد الكبانيه )
الجو في هالمنطقه مهوب شين امطرت مرتين الاسبوع اللي راح الاولى جلس المطر 3 ايام والمره الثانيه جلس المطر 4 ايام عمتك تقول ماتقدر ترسل لك الجاكيت اللي تبيه عن طريق البريد عشان وزنه ثقيل بسبب ازرته الحديديه عشان كذا قطعت الازره وحطتها وسط الجيب
ابوك اشتغل شغله جديده وتحته 500 رجال
يحصد الحشيش اللي ينبت في المقبره
اختك ولدت اليوم الصبح بس مادري وش جابت ولد ولا بنت عشان كذا مادري وش تبي تصير خال ولا خاله
عمك جيتيندر طاح في البير وكان في رجال حاولو يسحبونه لكنه قاومهم بكل شجاعه و غرق واحرقناه و جلس يحترق 3 ايام
ابو اعز اصدقائك يحتضروطلب من صديقك بالويندر انه يدفنه وسط البحر اذا مات . و راح يحفر قبر ابوه وسط البحر و غرق و مات

خلاص
مافي شي جديد و هذا كل اللي عندي الان

امك

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