د اغلې کوچۍ لیکنه او د ښاغلي سرور ژباړه

 کړکۍ/  ليکواله: اغلې کوچۍ

هوا توده وه. کړکۍ مې خلاصه کړه. د سپوږمۍ رڼا خونه رڼه کړه. ته ويده وې. په يوۀ اړخ اوښتى وې. مينه مې درباندې راغله. شونډې دې بوڅې راوتلې وې. لکه ماشوم چې ناز کوي. زه کړکۍ ته نژدې کښېناستم. تا ته مې کتل. دباندې سپي وغپل. ته راوېښ شوې. وارخطا. ما ته دې وکتل. راولاړ شوې. کړکۍ سره ودرېدې. دباندې دې وکتل. غږ کې دې غوسه وه-

–           دلته څه کوې؟

ځواب مې درنه کړ. کټ ته ستنه شوم. خوب رانه غى. ته هم بيا وېښ وېده وې. څو وارې کړکۍ ته ودرېدې، دباندې دې وکتل. سبا دې خټگر راوست. کړکۍ دې په پخو خښتو بنده کړه

ژباړه. فاروق سرور

“The window”

A shortest story from Pashto literature by Daghaalay Kochi

The night was hot and the summer breeze was incarcerating the warmth. I open the window. The moonlight came into the room. You were asleep. Your beauty impressed me. I lost control over me and loved you, because you seemed as a cute child. I seated near the window but watching you with love and worship. Suddenly the dog barked outside. The sound disturbed you and you awakened. You looked me and then puzzled. Now you stood close to the window and looked towards the outside. I do not know why you became angry and asked that what are you doing near the open window.

I did not respond and lay on my bed. Really your query troubled me and did not allow me to sleep. But you slept again carelessly. Before this, you were in front of the window again and again. The next day you called a person, who constructs the houses and closed the window through bricks forever.