A Series of Unfortunate Events

The body rised from the ground, facing down, the arms reclined in harmony with the shoulders and the hands assumed fist-position. The fresh scars sealed the skin perfectly woven as the face lift off from the curb. The fractured nose, the broken teeth, the dandling eye, all were flying back to where they parted. The feet were now straight, the back bent, and the pelvis clicked in mid-air announcing complete recovery.

The cars on the street all rolled opposite to where they were supposed to, facing the right way nonetheless. The body flew backwards, the shoes retouching the flying pieces of glass as if magically attracting the pieces into forming a complete shield. The windshield glass locked the body half inside and half out. As the body flew back, a cut was unmade on the abdomen and the thighs, the right arm and the left eye. The blood as if disappeared into the body's skin, recolouring the hair back to jet black without a hint of red.

The head pushed the neck back and the top of the shoulder hugged the seat. The hands gripped the wheel and the watch's steel casing unscratched from the wood on the dash. The hard smell of burnt rubber fainted, as the cars more slowly now rolled opposite to where they were supposed to.

The wheel turned to the left, rapidly, to the right, faster, and to the left. The wrist squeaked as it was thrusted right then left then right, as if breaking loose and scratching the watch against the dash. The tires let go of the earth and regained life and depth. The foot let go of the brake pedal, springing up and on its way kicked the thigh with the wheel.

The eyes noticed a flashy silver car flying backwards in mid-air returning to the other side of the road. The hands automatically unclutched the wheel, the curb unpainted the black skid of the tires as the car swerved from the middle lane to the right.

He woke up back into a conscious existence and saw it all happen laid out in front of him.


  • i didn't get it until i got to the second paragragh ... i must say it seems like a scene from a movie :)

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 27.10.06  

  • the detailed description forced me to re-read it again.. backwards!

    nice to read ur stories again..

    By Blogger MSB, at 27.10.06  

  • Beautiful as usual.. But paifully beautiful for those who have been in similar scene.

    You should really consider writing a book of short stories. Your talent is great!

    By Blogger UmmEl3yal, at 28.10.06  

  • whats kind of scared me while reading this is that i had an accident a few days ago, in a "flashy silver car".. ur post brought back some painful memories. If you think driving in Kuwait is scary, try driving in Dubai. =\

    you wrote this like coppola directed the godfather.. i second ummel3yal's request for a book. =)

    By Blogger rahab al majed | رَحَـبْ المــاجِـدْ, at 28.10.06  

  • I had to read this three times, think about it overnight, and I am still kind of freaked out. Nice!

    By Blogger BeeCrazy, at 28.10.06  

  • Thank God I read that after digesting my meal ;p

    lessons from the story:
    ارجع لنا سالم
    حياتك غالية
    السرعة تؤدي إلي طريقين... الموت أو السجن

    مادري شفيني... الظاهر متحمس حق اسابيع المرور الخليجية

    وينك يا أخي؟
    welcome back anyway ;)

    By Blogger iDip, at 28.10.06  

  • I don't know why in the first 2.5 paragraphs I was reading slowly as if it was/were happening in slow motion. Neat, and keep up the good work

    By Blogger Orangene, at 28.10.06  

  • you know how to play with words Mashalla :) .... welcome back :)

    By Blogger متفرغ, at 28.10.06  

  • I dont know if your detailing a car accident or a suicide bombing!!

    But mashallah either way you seriously have a talent....I think we have the next najeeb ma7footh here :-p

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 28.10.06  

  • laialy,
    that's a very nice way to put it, i'm flattered thank you

    thanks a bunch

    mother dearest,
    allah 7aafith ilkel ya rab.
    and thank you greatly for the encouragement

    kha6aach ilso matshofeen shar, i hope you're okay 6amneena 3alaich.
    i've heard a lot about terrible traffic in dubai, so i guess i can imagine how that would translate into a war zone for drivers.
    and again, thank you ever so much for the encouragement, you're too kind :)

    digital nomad,
    i think it's sad how something as tragic has come to be so overlooked and accepted as a fact without serious work to try to undermine the causes .. therefore i'm glad i got you to thinking, and yet i apologize since it's not a pleasant thing to be presented and reminded of (important nonetheless, i think)

    السرعة وشركات الايجار والتسهيلات .. مجرمين حرب

    وأنا موجود بس انشغلت بكتابة خطاب "أخونا الريّس" لليوم (الاثنين) وعاد خبرك اخذت راحتي وايد بالاستشراف الزايد في الخطاب ناهيك عن العيارة والكلك فشبعت كلام ستين سنة جدام

    welcome aboard, i believe you're a first timer?
    and thank you, i'm very glad that you imagined it as it was intended :)

    3isht 7abeeb elsha3b :)

    i find it VERY interesting that you thought of a suicide bombing, i read it again as such and i can see how it would've worked if it were not for the 'thrown out of the car' part.
    once again, thank you for the kind words .. i'm extremely flattered :)

    By Blogger Temetwir, at 30.10.06  

  • I second the call for a collection of short stories.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 30.10.06  

  • hits way too close to him, but very well written..esp. the whole backwards idea, it all takes several seconds to happen but the damage and whats lost, is lost for life

    By Blogger Faith, at 31.10.06  

  • him=home

    By Blogger Faith, at 1.11.06  

  • sapphire,

    very true.
    and if not all is lost, the memory (and 'taste') stays forever

    By Blogger Temetwir, at 2.11.06  

  • Interesting technique..

    By Blogger Sedna, at 5.11.06  

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