The Beloved by Amir Nizar Zuabi

Author:Amir Nizar Zuabi
Language: eng
Format: epub
ISBN: 9781408173169
Publisher: Bloomsbury Publishing
Published: 2019-12-06T00:00:00+00:00

From outside the sound of loud bleating from a herd of a hundred heads.

Black.

Scene Three

Inside the house Mother in her late 50s is taking care of her son.

He stares at a wall. Without moving.

Young Lamb Baaaaa.

Seven years have passed and this place is falling apart.

There is grass everywhere.

There is grass sprouting out of the walls.

Grass is pushing up through the floor.

Grass is twisting out of the hearth.

We chew and chew

but grass grows faster than the living

and much faster than the dead

Wise Ram We are all around on the hills, hundreds of us,

chewing the grass,

waiting for our shepherd to come out.

After what happened he stopped coming out.

And when she left him he left the grass to grow every where.

We chew and chew,

but the grass here is abundant like the pain.

Seven years have passed and our shepherd hasn’t yet

come to herd us.

Mother Have some milk.

Are you cold?

Son No.

Mother It’s windy. You should fix the windows.

At least seal them with some boards.

Son Tomorrow.

Mother Yes, tomorrow.

The wind is coming up.

Aren’t you cold?

Last night it rained.

You should wear warmer clothes.

Shall I bring you something warmer?

Son No.

Mother Drink your milk before it gets cold.

Yes … There’s grass all over the doorway.

I tried to cut it – I can’t do it alone.

Son Tomorrow.

Mother Yes.

You want more milk?

Son No.

Mother I cooked you a good stew.

Are you hungry?

Son No.

Mother When you were small you loved stew.

You loved to stand on a chair by my side as I cooked.

The first time I let you add spices you were proud.

Then one day you realized the meat came from our sheep.

You were sad. You left my side

and you didn’t want any stew.

When you were small you…

Son Tell me.

Mother About what?

Son About when I was small.

About my father, about the farm, about the land, the old land.

Mother There’s nothing to tell.

Pause.

It’s windy. You should fix the windows.

Son Tomorrow.

Mother Yes, tomorrow.

Have some milk.

Are you cold?

Son No.

Mother And the …

Son Tomorrow.

Mother I’ll go get the stew.

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