Dimi… First Love…

“Dimi… First Love…”         ..ديمي..حب أول

Introduction to Arabic Text

Saudi Arabian author, Dr Muhammad al-Hodif, is a well-known writer, whose literary and journalistic work is popular across the Arab world. It has been my pleasure to translate the opening 2015 words of one of his short stories, written in 2003, called ‘Dimi… First Love…’ It is a story told within a story. Speaking in the first person, the narrator introduces a character called Mus`ab, who himself narrates a personal account of a particularly moving experience he had while studying in the USA. It is a bittersweet tale, told as part of a conversation with the narrator over coffee. The casual tone and honesty, with which Mus`ab describes his experience, reflects the relaxed setting of the conversation, as well as the close nature of his friendship with the narrator. This conversational tone, despite being in Modern Standard Arabic, is maintained without sounding too artificial.

Numerous parts of the story and Mus`ab’s character appear to reflect aspects of the author’s own life, leading the reader to wonder if it is a true story that is based on the author’s own personal experience. It is set at a conference in the USA. Mus`ab is an Arab, who has studied at American university and who is an active Muslim evangelist. He describes how his life was turned upside-down the moment Dimi approached him and began inquiring about Islam. The two main themes of the story are: Mus`ab’s internal conflict as he tries to deal with his attraction to this non-Muslim girl ‘of extreme beauty’; and addressing the misconceptions and stereotypes associated with Islam. The latter theme does not come into full play until later in the story, but the former dominates the first 2015 words.

According to his website (www.alhodaif.com), Dr al-Hodif also studied in the USA, reading a Masters at Kansas University (1988) in Media Studies, specialising in ‘theories on persuasion and stereotype’. He has also attended numerous conferences in the USA, including one in Chicago entitled “Image Stereotyping: Counter Attack” and a conference in Washington D.C. entitled “The East as Presented In Western classical Studies: The Impact of Negative Image”.

In my translation I had to make significant punctuation changes, particularly in the use of commas, in order to adapt the Arabic to standard English punctuation. Occasionally the Arabic made use of unnecessary or redundant information, which is a common stylistic device in Arabic, but which requires modification in the target language.

I see this translation for an English readership with no particular educational background or specialized knowledge of Arab culture. This feels in line with the original intention of the author, whose aim has been to educate the general public on the issue of stereotypes and prejudices associated with Islam and Arab culture in general.

I have, therefore, avoided any excessive exoticism, by limiting my use of transliteration and using paraphrasing where necessary to communicate any foreign concepts. I have also highlighted in my commentary where there appears to be a borrowed foreign concept or metaphor in the source text.

Translation

Dimi[1][2] First Love…[3]

We had just finished one of the conference sessions[4] and less than an hour remained until the appointed time for[5] midday prayer. I suggested to him[6] that we have a couple cups of coffee[7], with a slice of cake, in order to relieve some of the stress[8], which had been imposed[9] by the pressure of the programme that had begun in the early hours of the morning.[10] He agreed[11] and we headed towards the hotel, where we were staying.[12]

In the lobby on the ground floor[13] we took a remote corner, whose isolation offered us some privacy and plenty of much-needed quiet.[14] I had gotten to know Mus`ab[15] at a former conference[16] and our relationship had remained intact[17] despite the great distance and had even strengthened[18] and developed into a close[19] friendship.

Mus`ab is in his[20] twenties, bronze in colour,[21] with jet-black hair and his face covered with a light beard that gave him an air of confidence and seriousness, despite his young age.[22] In the shadows of his eyes a sadness is concealed and not revealing itself and a shyness wards off any question about the sadness[23], which made Mus`ab reserved in his speech[24] and made anyone who knows him reluctant to enter an adventure[25] to discover Mus`ab’s[26] inner self.[27]

We did not talk very much, but the delicious[28] taste of the[29] coffee and the calmness[30] of the place prompted me[31] to ask[32] Mus`ab,[33] when I saw the signs[34] of relaxation on his face and drowning in deep moments of contemplation[35], about the most difficult situation he has come across throughout the five years that have passed during his stay[36] here in the United States of America as an active Muslim evangelist.[37]

When he looked up at me, it appeared[38] as though he was already thinking about what I had asked him, and the moment I finished asking the question[39]… he spoke, as if he was defending himself of an accusation:

“May God[40] forgive both you and any events that deserve being recorded for a young man like me,[41] unless your question is a clarification of something that has reached you about me.”[42]

His eyes were definitely saying something and I felt discomforted by the way he answered me and by the way he was looking at me[43]; so I remained silent. Moments of silence passed between us, during which I occupied myself by stirring my[44] spoon in the cup of coffee, which was half empty,[45] while he amused himself with a line of sugar cubes on top of each other on the plate in front of him.

Then suddenly he said to me:

“Did I seem[46] unpleasant in my response to your question…?”

“No… but it seems that I did not do well in forming the question, or perhaps I imposed myself on a private matter.”

“No… it is neither one of them[47], but…” He hesitated a moment,[48] “I am asking you, by God[49], has something reached you about me…?”[50]

“God, no![51] You are above reproach[52]…”

He bowed his head a little while[53], saying nothing; I saw a dark cloud overshadowing his face. Then he raised his head and said:

“You know your place with me[54]; I shall tell you about one of the most incredible things that happened to me…[55]: Last year I underwent a trial… the[56] semester[57] had reached its end[58] or was about to. It was the final lecture… before the final examination and the teacher of the subject “research methods” had promised that he would complete in that[59] lecture what he had started in the previous lecture by illustrating the most important parts of the subject.

As you know, we are the ones who[60] speak English as a second language; it is very important to us, just as this intensive lecture is[61], despite its heavy weight on the mind.[62]

I was listening intently[63] to the professor,[64] the words came flowing from his mouth, like a volcano erupting its ashes.[65] At that moment,[66] a student[67] arrived late – I didn’t pay attention to him[68] – he began to cut through the rows of seats[69] until he took a seat next to me.

I did not see him, but noticed a shadow[70] and heard the chair shifting.[71]

I was sure that he had sat in the adjacent chair, when he requested the book[72] in which I was recording my notes.

I gave it to him, without looking at him, or even asking him why… because I was busy taking notes on what the professor was saying.

The professor had concluded his talk, when I heard the student[73] who had sat next to me say:

“I would like to borrow[74] your notebook… by the way, are you Muslim…?”

I turned towards the source of the question, which came as a surprise[75], but my eyes were struck by an even greater surprise.

The one who had sat next to me and had requested my notebook was in fact[76] a girl of extreme beauty.[77] She was turning over between her hands a sticker, the kind that is put on the rear of the car and which has phrases, such as: ‘Read the Qur’an… the final revelation that came down from heaven’[78], or ‘Islam is the last of the revealed religions… familiarise yourself with it.’[79]

The sticker had been, amongst other papers about Islam, inside my lecture book, which she had asked to look over. I said to her, while trying to organise my notebook:

“Yes, I am Muslim.”

The professor was gathering his papers to leave the lecture[80] room[81], when she began asking me something else, saying:

“By the way, what is Islam…?”

I was confused, my mind was torn[82] between, on the one hand, answering her question and entering into conversation with her, despite how she had affected my heart[83]; and on the other hand,[84] my feelings of responsibility to illustrate to her what Islam is.

It was a surprise that paralysed my ability[85] to think; I did not expect a situation like this[86]. Despite the passing of three months of the academic semester, I did not see this colleague a single time, because I was the last person to arrive, moments before the appointed time of the lecture and I sat in the last seat in the lecture hall.[87] Also, I was the first person to leave a moment after the allotted time for the lecture had finished, without observing[88] the faces of the students who share the place.[89] Between these two times, I was busy recording what the professor was saying, or thinking about one of my private concerns outside of the university.

She was waiting for my reply to her question, standing over me,[90] the place had been abandoned by everyone[91] except by her and me. Trying to put an end to the situation within which she had placed me, I said:[92]

“The subject needs time, but I am able to give you some pamphlets, which answer some of your queries.”[93]

She quickly answered; saying that she had the time to listen to me and that she did not have anything else.[94] I was at a loss[95] and said:

“Yes… alright…”

She was quick to respond:[96]

“What do you think about us sitting in the cafeteria and me inviting you for a cup of coffee…?”

I felt hard pressed and asked myself: what if someone sees me with this woman?[97] Who will believe that I am explaining[98] Islam to her…? Who will believe that she is the one who asked me first…?[99]

She did not wait for my reply, but considered my silence to be the sign of consent[100] then said:

“Thank you for accepting the invitation.”

We walked[101] to the cafeteria and took a remote spot, after ordering our coffee. I began talking to her about Islam. I paused for some moments at fixed points[102] throughout the talk in order to give her the opportunity to ask a question.

She was asking… and her questions were revolving around matters[103] that had no direct relevance to the subject, but which were closer to a clarification of the nature of my personality and my way of thinking. I also noticed that she was writing[104] down everything I was saying.

At that point, I concluded the talk and apologised, explaining that I had a commitment to a previous engagement.

As I was about to leave, she said:

“How will I return your papers to you…? You have forgotten to tell me your address…”

In reality, I had not forgotten, but I did not want her to know where I lived. I said:

“I’m not at home very much…[105] I shall be in the library tomorrow, it’s possible for you to leave them with the member of staff[106] at the lending desk.[107]

I picked myself up[108]; I was sinking under the weight, not because of the mass of books, which I had jammed into my bag, but because of the pain that I began to feel pressing down on my heart.

I had begun a conflict between the head and the heart.[109] Two issues were pulling me back and forth: on the one hand, my desire, which was presenting myself in a favourable light talking with this girl in the name[110] of evangelism[111] and on the other hand, my reason, to which my self-accusing[112] soul was calling out.

‘Look at what you produce[113] when you hover around the grazing lands all but grazing in them’… ‘Truly God’s sanctuary is His prohibitions’ … ‘Truly God’s sanctuary is His prohibitions’…[114]

I had arrived at my car; I threw my body onto the seat and put my head on the steering wheel. I was breathing with difficulty. My eyes were filled with tears, but I did not cry. I inserted the keys and started the car.

At that moment the sound of the Qur’an burst forth loudly[115] from the tape player, which was in the on-position. Oh God, that dryness, which was about to suffocate me and besieged the tears in my eyes, was spread in an echo of the unending[116] call, the Word of God[117], glory to Him; the warm tears flowed from my eyes[118] and I began to whimper like a child.[119] Forgive me my lord… this devil has placed herself in my way, I will put her out of my mind, I will uproot her from my heart. Oh my heart… help me, Lord… help me… for my heart is afflicted![120]

I slept that night[121] after I had performed additional prayers[122] and had placed myself in God’s hands,[123] asking that He would protect me from myself and the Devil.[124]

The next day I was in the library in my usual place, in the hall of university dissertations, which is connected by a narrow aisle to a special section for books that are no longer in the shops and out of print; either because of legal reasons or because their topics are outdated.[125]

I prefer this place because of its quietness and because of the scarcity of students sitting in it, due to the old-age of the building and the weakness of the tables, as I think that few students tolerate the stares of the old researcher, who has never left that place since I first came[126] to the university, and by chance I happened to stumble across this remote corner in the library.

That man always stared at any newcomers[127], and his stares became sharper at any sound, even if it was the flapping of the pages of a book turning.

I settled into my chair and gave a smile to my research friend, who stared at me from behind his glasses, and returned the smile[128]. There had developed an unwritten contract between him and me, stating that both of us had a right to the place. Maybe because after he had forgotten his wallet on one occasion, I found it and gave it to him. Then he said to me, after he had inspected it in front of me, and I did not know what was inside of it:

“You are a trustworthy man”.[129]

Just as also I have a place in[130] his heart, since I gave him once some bread with humus. Then, after he had eaten it as if he was starving, he said that it was delicious and added:

“You are a kind[131] man”.

Almost three hours passed by, and I was engrossed in studying[132], for I had not gotten up from my place, and my concentration was going well[133]. Maybe one of the reasons was the quietness of the place. Perhaps another reason[134] was my feelings of the importance of the subject and my harmony with it.

I was in a state of inner peace that I had never felt before, to such an extent that not even anything returned to my mind from the events and situations, which had passed over the previous days. These ideas came[135] quickly to my mind, then I smiled a smile of contentment to myself, and gave a yawning gaze at the watch, which usually I laid out in front of me, sometimes out of laziness…other times out of anxiety.[136]

(Hello)…

For a moment I thought I had heard this. I did not raise my head from the book, but said to myself:

“Delusions have begun to afflict me[137], why don’t I rest a while, and read some journals…?”

(Hello)…

Another time… as if it was her voice, I raised my head, and said startled[138]:

“Dimi…?”[139]

“Have I disturbed you…?”

(Oh God, I had not been imagining things!)…

“How did you know where I am, Dimi…?”

“It was not difficult… for a person like you; it is easy for someone like me, to know the key to his personality. Did you forget that my subject specialization is psychology…? Oh, excuse me… I forgot to tell you that. I, by the way, note down in my book everything about those I meet. Does it bother you to learn that I have done the same thing with you…? Please consider this strange behaviour of mine as a type of academic curiosity.”

I was looking at her face and felt that I was becoming fonder of it while she was speaking to me in such a confident way.

I said while feeling an inner anxiety leaking bit by bit into my soul:

“Dimi, how did you come here…?”

Joking, she said:

“Should I remain standing…?”

I motioned for her to sit, and smiled at my research[140] companion in the place, who appeared to be another one who was surprised by this sudden guest.[141] He was not used to me having guests or visitors of any kind, since we first met in this place, throughout the last three academic years, let alone a guest of this kind…[142] and it seemed that he had realised the awkward[143] situation that I was in, for he gave me a very different kind of smile this time.

I looked at her inquiringly, waiting for her to tell me how she found out where I was[144]… she said:

“You are a serious person, you have particular interests. Maybe because of the influence of the culture to which you belong, your relations with women are limited, and it seems that you do not aspire to anything like that. Putting[145] these things[146] aside; the other places in the library are full of activity, and full of female students moving about. We girls love parading, even in academic environments. The result; based on what I mentioned before, I knew you would be in a place like this. Naturally I did not come here directly, but after doing a quick sweep[147] of other places, I made sure that if you were in the library you would be in a place like this… my expectations were correct, weren’t they? What do you think; am I not a good psychology specialist…?

I nodded my head[148] as I let out from my depths a sigh that echoed in her ears… she said:

“Are you tired?”

“A little…”

“Is there anything I can do…?”

“No… thank you, I feel a bit overexerted.”

(Why did you come, Dimi… I’m trying to avoid you)… I said to myself. Oh Lord, help me, for I am falling more and more into her abyss! Her voice and her speech no longer move me with the same affect as they had at our first meeting. Now I want her to stay; now[149] I want her to keep talking… Oh God, help me!

Commentary

[1] The Arabic transliteration may be ‘Demi’, as in the actress, Demi Moore, or ‘Dimi’, which can be used for boy/girl. Although Demi is more common in the USA, I have decided to use ‘Dimi’ because I prefer the sound of the name.

[2] Where the Arabic uses only two dots, I use three, in keeping with standard English punctuation.

[3] You would expect the Arabic to use the definite article: “الحب الأول” . The author’s choice may be indicative of a colloquialism or an alternate meaning, like “A First Love”, which sounds peculiar in English.

[4] There is a comma here in the Arabic, where it is not appropriate in the English. This is a common occurrence throughout the text, illustrating the vast difference between Arabic and English punctuation.

[5] ‘the appointed time for’ is redundant and unnecessary.

[6] His name is unspecified in the Arabic and I have chosen to keep it this way to preserve the accompanying stylistic effect.

[7] ST: ‘with milk’; unnecessary extra information.

[8] Lit.: ‘to take away from our upper backs some of the pains’.

[9] I have changed the verb to the passive to create a word order that links more naturally with the relative clause.

[10] Lit.: ‘with the first hours of the morning’.

[11] Lit.: ‘He approved of the idea’.

[12] Lit.: ‘where the place of our residence was.’

[13] Possibly: ‘On the ground floor’ or simply, ‘in the lobby’.

[14] Lit.: ‘and much quietness, which we needed’.

[15] Instead of simply writing ‘Musab’, I have chosen to retain the name in transliteration in order to indicate a more accurate pronounciation.

[16] Arabic is indefinite, so cannot be: ‘at the last conference’.

[17] Lit.: ‘the relationship remained between us’.

[18] Li.: ‘had become stronger’.

[19] The Arabic here can also mean ‘intimate’, but this would not be appropriate as the friendship is not romantic in nature.

[20] Necessary to add ‘his’ in English.

[21] Perhaps: ‘bronze coloured’ or ‘with bronze (coloured) skin’. Rather than translate simply as ‘tanned’, I have retained the somewhat poetic language to fit in line with the style of the following description: ‘jet-black hair’.

[22] Or ‘the smallness of his age’ (lit.: ‘the smallness of his tooth’ = stock expression in Arabic indicating age).

[23] I have repeated the object to clarify the sentence.

[24] Lit.: ‘little of conversation.’

[25] Perhaps better: ‘any adventure.’

[26] Pronoun clarified in order to avoid ambiguity.

[27] Other possibilities: ‘nature’, ‘essence’, or ‘inmost being.’ Perhaps simply: ‘discover himself’, or ‘discover his true self.’

[28] اللذيذ is masculine and so must be referring to مذاق (“taste”) and not to القهوة (“coffee”), which is feminine.

[29] TT: ‘hot’, is unnecessary and redundant information.

[30] Perhaps better: ‘serenity’.

[31] Translation here incorporates both ‘made me’ and ‘initiate’.

[32] Although the verb comes much later in the Arabic, it feels more natural in the English to use it here.

[33] I have chosen to use his name without the brackets, which are present in the Arabic, as they are not necessary and hinder the flow of the text.

[34] Lit.: ‘marks’.

[35] Or: ‘meditation.’

[36] Lit.: ‘his presence’.

[37] Lit.: ‘as an active person in the field of inviting to God/Allah.’ Although the Arabic has yet to specify that he is Muslim, I have chosen to specify this in order to avoid the reader being led to assume he is a Christian evangelist, which is the more common collocation.

[38] I have shifted the word order to flow more naturally in the English.

[39] Lit.: ‘the moment of the question…’

[40] I have not felt it necessary to translate this as ‘Allah’, since this would produce an excessive air of exoticism which would not fit my chosen style of translation.

[41] Or possibly: ‘and any happenings of a young man such as myself that are deserving of note’.

[42] I.e.: a rumour.

[43] Lit.: ‘his stare at me’.

[44] I have added the possessive here as it feels more natural in the English.

[45] Possibly: ‘half full. Lit.: ‘which remained in it (the cup) half of it (the coffee).’ I have chosen the more pessimistic option, reflecting the sadness of the story which is about to be told.

[46] Verb ‘to seem’ added here to clarify the implied meaning of the Arabic.

[47] Lit.: ‘it is not any of the two’.

[48] I have placed the side information, which is in brackets in the Arabic, between his speech in order to make the text flow more idiomatically in the English. The brackets are not necessary in the English.

[49] It is difficult to find an exact equivalent of such Arabic exclamations, but this appears to be the closest equivalent in English, which is used to emphasize the following speech.

[50] I.e. ‘have you heard a rumour about me?’

[51] Perhaps: ‘No, truly.’ Or ‘Of course not.’

[52] Lit.: ‘suspicions’. This metaphor of ‘being above suspicions’ sounds like a calque, possibly borrowed from English.

[53] قليلاً appears to be ambiguous: either ‘a little’ as in movement; or ‘a little’ as in time.

[54] Better: “You know what you mean to me” or “you know what place you occupy in my heart.”

[55] Lit.: ‘that passed by me’ or ‘came across me’.

[56] TT: ‘academic’, redundant information, since semester in this context is obviously the academic kind.

[57] ‘Semester’ is more appropriate than ‘term’, since the setting is the United States.

[58] Lit.: ‘was breathing its last (breaths)’. It is difficult to tell how strong the metaphor is in the Arabic and so whether or not the image of the original metaphor should be retained in the translation.

[59] Lit.: ‘this’, but since it is reported speech, it is more appropriate to say ‘that’.

[60] Or: ‘we are those who.’

[61] He is comparing the two, saying that both are important or useful, despite their difficulty.

[62] Or: ‘intellect.’

[63] Lit.: ‘I was concentrating completely on listening.’

[64] TT: ‘the doctor’, but in this context, it is more natural in the English to call him professor. I shall maintain this translation in the subsequent occurences of ‘doctor’.

[65] Alternatively: ‘its lava’. The image of ash, however, is much more familiar, especially with such eruptions as that in Iceland, 2010, which drew world-wide attention.

[66] Lit.: ‘In this moment.’

[67] I have chosen not to use the unnecessary brackets that are present in the Arabic.

[68] Even though the student is in reality a girl, this is not revealed until later and the Arabic (طالب), used in the masculine form, reflects the fact that Mus`ab assumed the student was male.

[69] ‘of seats’ added for clarification’.

[70] Not to be confused with خيّال a horseman, rider.

[71] Lit.: ‘the sound of the chair’s movement’.

[72] I have chosen to translate دفتر as ‘book’ instead of the possible ‘notebook’, in order to avoid redundancy.

[73] I have chosen not to use the unnecessary brackets that are present in the Arabic.

[74] I have not modified the question to be more polite (e.g. ‘May I borrow”), since this is the register Dimi uses here, which is reflective of her rather forward personality.

[75] Lit.: ‘which was a surprise to me.’

[76] Added for effect.

[77] Perhaps: ‘an extremely beautiful girl.’ I have maintained the literal translation, however, as I prefer its style, which is somewhat unusual and in this way is reflective of its meaning, since her beauty is also extraordinary.

[78] Or simply: ‘the final revelation from heaven.’ The word here, which I have translated as ‘heaven’, is also used for the sky, but in the context, the former feels more appropriate.

[79] Lit.: ‘he familiarized himself with it’, but here the verb appears to be functioning as an imperative.

[80] ‘lecture’ added to clarify the kind of hall.

[81] Lit.: ‘hall’ This term in Arabic is used even for small lecture rooms, not big enough to be typically called a “hall” in English.

[82] Lit.: ‘scattered.’

[83] Lit.: ‘what had come to my heart from her’.

[84] Lit.: ‘from another direction.’

[85] Not to be confused with: قِدْرة ‘cooking pot, kettle’; or قدَرة ‘small bottle, flask.’

[86] Lit.: ‘the surprise was that I was not expecting a situation like this.’ Grammatically, the surprise is the not expecting such a situation. But in English, it makes more sense for the surprise to be the situation itself.

[87] I have split the overly cumbersome sentence in the Arabic.

[88] Or: ‘looking at’. Or: ‘examining.’

[89] Or: ‘who were also there.’ Or ‘who were in the same lecture.’

[90] Lit.: ‘she was standing on my head.’

[91] Added to make the sentence more idiomatic.

[92] I have moved the main verb to the end of the sentence in order to make the text flow better.

[93] The plural word here means something more than simply ‘questions.’

[94] Perhaps: ‘anything else to be doing.’ Or ‘anything else to do.’

[95] Fixed expression in the Arabic, lit.: ‘it (the matter) was dropped (perhaps: forced) into my hand.’

[96] Or: ‘She was quick to say.’

[97] Lit.: ‘what if someone sees you and you are with this woman?’

[98] Lit.: ‘presenting’ or ‘demonstrating.’

[99] Or: ‘who began asking the questions.’

[100] Second word (‘acceptance’) is redundant; an example of semantic repetition, which is a common stylistic device in Arabic.

[101] Or: ‘set out to’, or ‘were in’, or ‘came into.’

[102] It is not entirely clear what the function of محددة is in this sentence. Either it means ‘at fixed points’ (i.e. at predetermined points in the talk) or ‘to ask a question about specific points’ (i.e. specific questions that she might have).

[103] Or: ‘issues.’

[104] I could translate this as ‘noting down’, which fits, but I wanted to avoid the unnecessary and distracting repetition of the same sound found in the preceding verb: ‘I noticed.’

[105] Lit.: “I do not stay at home very much…”

[106] Due to the setting, this translation feels more appropriate than ‘employee’, which is more suited to a business environment.

[107] Lit.: ‘department.’

[108] I.e. “I stood up…”

[109] A fixed expression in English, translating the literal: ‘between my heart and my conscience.’ Also, the word order is the opposite way round in English.

[110] Or: ‘guise.’ Or ‘excuse.’

[111] Lit.: ‘invitation.’

[112] Or: ‘sternly critical. It is a term appears to be an allusion to the verse in the Qur’an; 58:2: وَلَا أُقْسِمُ بِالنَّفْسِ اللَّوَّامَةِ which has been translated as “Nay! I swear by the self-accusing soul.” Translation from: http://uiforum.uaeforum.org/showthread.php?5839-I-swear-by-the-self-acusing-soul

[113] Or: ‘what happens when…’

[115] Lit.: ‘generously’.

[116] Or better: ‘eternal’ or ‘immortal.’

[117] Lit.: ‘The speech of the truth’; a fixed term used for the Qur’an. Here الحق is one of the names of God in Islam, therefore I have translated the Arabic as “the speech of God” or “the Word of God.”

[118] Lit.: ‘eye sockets.’

[119] Possibly: ‘baby.’ Or ‘infant.’

[120] Or: ‘my heart aches’ or even: ‘my heart is bleeding.’ Exclamation mark added. I have done so where it seems appropriate.

[121] Lit.: ‘I slept my night, that one.’

[122] وتر lit. means “odd” or “uneven”, but is also the name of a non-compulsory prayer, named as such because of the odd number of movements involved. I have chosen not to use the transliteration as this would produce excessive exoticism in the translation.

[123] Lit.: “I humiliated myself between the two hands of God”.

[124] Here it is likely not referring to the aforementioned ‘devil’, since in this case the gender is masculine. Therefore it appears to be referring to a different yet specific devil (i.e. Satan, or “the Devil”).

[125] I.e. old-fashioned or obsolete.

[126] Lit.: “knew”.

[127] TT: ‘to the place’; redundant.

[128] The Arabic employs redundancy here.

[129] Although here it is supposed to be reported speech, I prefer keeping it as direct speech as I prefer this style and wanted to parallel this speech with his later comment “You are a kind man”.

[130] Lit.:”possessed”.

[131] Or: “pleasant”.

[132] Or: “memorization”.

[133] Lit.: “was good”.

[134] I have changed the word order to a more idiomatic structure.

[135] Lit.: “circulated in”.

[136] I have changed the word order to a more idiomatic structure.

[137] Lit. ‘you’.

[138] Or: “perplexed” or “confused” (since he does not know how she could have found him).

[139] Or: “Demi”

[140] Added for clarification.

[141] I have split the overly long sentence in Arabic.

[142] Lit.: “level”.

[143] Or: ‘critical’

[144] Lit.: ‘about my place’.

[145] A participle feels more appropriate here than the imperative used in the Arabic.

[146] Or: “factors”.

[147] This appears to be a borrowed metaphor, most likely from English and perhaps through translation of news reports; for example, about an airplane making a ‘sweep’ of an area during reconnaissance.

[148] TT: ‘positively’; redundant.

[149] Added for effect.

Bibliography

Al-Hodif, Muhammad, ‘Dimi…Hub Awal’, http://www.alhodaif.com/main/?p=92

Al-Hodif, Muhammad, ‘Fil badā…ana’, http://www.alhodaif.com/main/?page_id=2

The Hadith Online, http://www.sunniforum.com/forum/showthread.php?55985-12-Rabiul-Awwal-Mubarik/page3

Understanding Islam, http://uiforum.uaeforum.org/showthread.php?5839-I-swear-by-the-self-acusing-soul

Lexical reference:

Wehr, Hans (1994), A Dictionary of Modern Written Arabic (Arabic-English), Edited by J Milton Cowan, Fourth Edition, Spoken Languages Services, Illinois.

SOURCE TEXT:

..ديمي.. حب أول

http://www.alhodaif.com/main/?p=92

WORD COUNT:

  • Source Text: 2015
  • English Translation: 2774
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2 responses to “Dimi… First Love…

  1. I am beginning to realize that the language differences are symptomatic of a huge cultural difference between East & West.

  2. You have done a good job translating this.

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