بِنْتُ الطَّبيبِ في القاهِرَة

The Physician's Daughter of Cairo

الفصل الأول: دارُ الشِّفاء

Chapter One: The House of Healing

في ظِلِّ الجامِعِ الأَزْهَرِ العَظيمِ، حَيْثُ يَتَجَمَّعُ العُلَماءُ وَطُلّابُ العِلْمِ، كانَتْ دارُ الطَّبيبِ إبْراهيمَ بنِ يونُسَ. وَفي هذِهِ الدّارِ عاشَتِ ابْنَتُهُ الوَحيدَةُ، لَيْلى.

In the shadow of the great Al-Azhar mosque, where scholars and students of knowledge gathered, stood the house of the physician Ibrahim ibn Yunus. And in this house lived his only daughter, Layla.

كانَتْ لَيْلى في الثّامِنَةِ وَالعِشْرينَ، عَذْراءَ لَمْ تَتَزَوَّجْ بَعْدُ، لِأَنَّها رَفَضَتْ كُلَّ خاطِبٍ. جَسَدُها مُمْتَلِئٌ كَنَهْرِ النّيلِ في فَيَضانِهِ، شَعْرُها أَسْوَدُ كَاللَّيْلِ، وَعَيْناها بُنِّيَّتانِ كَالعَسَلِ.

Layla was twenty-eight, a virgin who had not yet married, because she had refused every suitor. Her body was full like the Nile in its flood, her hair black as night, and her eyes brown as honey.

تَعَلَّمَتْ مِنْ أَبيها فُنونَ الطِّبِّ. تَعْرِفُ الأَعْشابَ وَخَصائِصَها، وَتُجيدُ تَضْميدَ الجِراحِ وَعِلاجَ الأَمْراضِ.

She learned the arts of medicine from her father. She knew herbs and their properties, and was skilled in dressing wounds and treating illnesses.

"يا بُنَيَّتي،" كانَ أَبوها يَقولُ، "مَتى تَقْبَلينَ الزَّواجَ؟ لَنْ أَعيشَ إلى الأَبَدِ."

"My daughter," her father would say, "when will you accept marriage? I will not live forever."

"حينَ أَجِدُ رَجُلاً يُحَرِّكُ قَلْبي، يا أَبي."

"When I find a man who moves my heart, father."

الفصل الثاني: الجُنْدِيُّ الجَريح

Chapter Two: The Wounded Soldier

في لَيْلَةٍ عاصِفَةٍ، طُرِقَ بابُ الدّارِ بِقُوَّةٍ. فَتَحَ الأَبُ لِيَجِدَ رَجُلاً يَحْمِلُ جَريحاً.

On a stormy night, the door of the house was knocked forcefully. The father opened it to find a man carrying a wounded person.

"هذا أَخي! أُصيبَ في مَعْرَكَةٍ ضِدَّ اللُّصوصِ!"

"This is my brother! He was injured in a battle against thieves!"

حَمَلوهُ إلى الدّاخِلِ. كانَ الجَريحُ في الثَّلاثينَ، وَسيماً رَغْمَ شُحوبِهِ، بِجُرْحٍ عَميقٍ في صَدْرِهِ.

They carried him inside. The wounded man was thirty, handsome despite his pallor, with a deep wound in his chest.

"سَأُعالِجُهُ،" قالَ الأَبُ. "يا لَيْلى، ساعِديني!"

"I will treat him," said the father. "Layla, help me!"

عَمِلا طَوالَ اللَّيْلِ. لَيْلى تُمْسِكُ الأَدَواتِ وَتَمْسَحُ الدَّمَ، وَعَيْناها لا تُفارِقانِ وَجْهَ الغَريبِ.

They worked throughout the night. Layla held the instruments and wiped the blood, her eyes never leaving the stranger's face.

"سَيَعيشُ،" أَعْلَنَ الأَبُ عِنْدَ الفَجْرِ. "لكِنَّهُ يَحْتاجُ أَسابيعَ لِلشِّفاءِ."

"He will live," the father announced at dawn. "But he needs weeks to heal."

الفصل الثالث: الصَّحْوَة

Chapter Three: The Awakening

اِسْمُهُ سَيْفُ الدّينِ، قائِدٌ في جَيْشِ الخَليفَةِ. صَحا بَعْدَ ثَلاثَةِ أَيّامٍ لِيَجِدَ لَيْلى تُغَيِّرُ ضِماداتِهِ.

His name was Saif al-Din, a commander in the Caliph's army. He awoke after three days to find Layla changing his bandages.

"أَيْنَ أَنا؟" سَأَلَ بِصَوْتٍ ضَعيفٍ.

"Where am I?" he asked in a weak voice.

"في مَأْمَنٍ. في دارِ أَبي الطَّبيبِ."

"In safety. In my father the physician's house."

نَظَرَ إلَيْها. رَأى وَجْهاً جَميلاً وَعَيْنَيْنِ رَحيمَتَيْنِ. وَرَأى أَيْضاً جَسَداً أُنْثَوِيّاً مُمْتَلِئاً يُثيرُ رَغَباتٍ دَفينَةً.

He looked at her. He saw a beautiful face and compassionate eyes. He also saw a full feminine body that stirred buried desires.

"أَنْتِ مَلَكٌ أَنْقَذَني مِنَ المَوْتِ."

"You are an angel who saved me from death."

احْمَرَّ وَجْهُها. "أَنا مُجَرَّدُ ابْنَةِ طَبيبٍ."

Her face reddened. "I am merely a physician's daughter."

"لا. أَنْتِ أَكْثَرُ مِنْ ذلِكَ بِكَثيرٍ."

"No. You are much more than that."

الفصل الرابع: العِنايَةُ الحَميمَة

Chapter Four: Intimate Care

مَرَّتِ الأَيّامُ، وَلَيْلى تُعْتَني بِسَيْفِ الدّينِ. تُغَيِّرُ ضِماداتِهِ، وَتُطْعِمُهُ الحَساءَ، وَتَقْرَأُ لَهُ الشِّعْرَ.

Days passed, and Layla cared for Saif al-Din. She changed his bandages, fed him soup, and read him poetry.

ذاتَ يَوْمٍ، وَهِيَ تُنَظِّفُ جُرْحَهُ، انْزَلَقَتْ يَدُها وَلَمَسَتْ صَدْرَهُ العاري. شَعَرَتْ بِنَبْضِ قَلْبِهِ يُسْرِعُ.

One day, as she cleaned his wound, her hand slipped and touched his bare chest. She felt his heartbeat quicken.

"يا لَيْلى،" هَمَسَ. "كُلَّما لَمَسْتِني، أَشْعُرُ بِنارٍ في جَسَدي."

"O Layla," he whispered. "Every time you touch me, I feel fire in my body."

"هذِهِ الحُمّى. سَأُعْطيكَ دَواءً."

"That is the fever. I will give you medicine."

"لَيْسَتْ حُمّى المَرَضِ. إنَّها حُمّى الرَّغْبَةِ فيكِ."

"It is not the fever of illness. It is the fever of desire for you."

نَظَرَتْ إلى عَيْنَيْهِ. رَأَتْ فيهِما شَوْقاً صادِقاً.

She looked into his eyes. She saw in them sincere longing.

"لا يَجوزُ. أَنْتَ مَريضي."

"This is not proper. You are my patient."

"وَأَنْتِ طَبيبَتي. فَهَلْ تَتْرُكينَ مَريضَكِ يَموتُ مِنَ الشَّوْقِ؟"

"And you are my healer. Will you let your patient die of longing?"

الفصل الخامس: الدَّواءُ المُحَرَّم

Chapter Five: The Forbidden Medicine

في لَيْلَةٍ كانَ فيها الأَبُ غائِباً، دَخَلَتْ لَيْلى غُرْفَةَ سَيْفِ الدّينِ. كانَ يَجْلِسُ عَلى سَريرِهِ، جُرْحُهُ قَدْ شُفِيَ تَقْريباً.

One night when her father was absent, Layla entered Saif al-Din's room. He was sitting on his bed, his wound nearly healed.

"جِئْتُ لِأُفَتِّشَ جُرْحَكَ."

"I came to examine your wound."

"جُرْحُ صَدْري شُفِيَ. لكِنَّ جُرْحاً آخَرَ يَحْتاجُ عِلاجَكِ."

"The wound in my chest has healed. But another wound needs your treatment."

أَمْسَكَ يَدَها وَوَضَعَها عَلى قَلْبِهِ.

He took her hand and placed it on his heart.

"أُحِبُّكِ، يا لَيْلى. هَلْ هذا الحُبُّ حَرامٌ؟"

"I love you, Layla. Is this love forbidden?"

"لا أَدْري. لَمْ أُحِبَّ مِنْ قَبْلُ."

"I do not know. I have never loved before."

جَذَبَها إلَيْهِ وَقَبَّلَها. شَفَتاهُ حارَّتانِ عَلى شَفَتَيْها. فَتَحَتْ فَمَها لِلِسانِهِ.

He pulled her to him and kissed her. His lips were hot on hers. She opened her mouth to his tongue.

"عَلِّمْني،" هَمَسَتْ. "عَلِّمْني ما لَمْ تُعَلِّمْني إيّاهُ الكُتُبُ."

"Teach me," she whispered. "Teach me what the books did not teach me."

الفصل السادس: التَّشْريحُ الحَميم

Chapter Six: Intimate Anatomy

أَنْزَلَ ثَوْبَها عَنْ كَتِفَيْها. ظَهَرَ جَسَدُها المُمْتَلِئُ في ضَوْءِ الشَّمْعَةِ.

He slid her gown from her shoulders. Her full body appeared in the candlelight.

"يا اللهُ!" هَمَسَ. "أَنْتِ أَجْمَلُ مِنْ حُورِيّاتِ الجَنَّةِ."

"By God!" he whispered. "You are more beautiful than the houris of paradise."

نَهْداها كَبيرانِ مُسْتَديرانِ، حَلَمَتاهُما بُنِّيَّتانِ داكِنَتانِ. بَطْنُها مُمْتَلِئَةٌ ناعِمَةٌ، وَوِرْكاها عَريضَتانِ مُغْرِيَتانِ.

Her breasts were large and round, her nipples dark brown. Her belly was full and soft, and her hips wide and enticing.

"لا تَنْظُرْ هكَذا!" قالَتْ خَجِلَةً.

"Don't look like that!" she said shyly.

"كَيْفَ لا أَنْظُرُ وَأَنْتِ أَعْظَمُ ما رَأَتْ عَيْنايَ؟"

"How can I not look when you are the greatest thing my eyes have seen?"

مَدَّ يَدَهُ وَلَمَسَ نَهْدَها. أَنَّتْ.

He reached out and touched her breast. She moaned.

"هَلْ يُؤْلِمُكِ؟"

"Does it hurt you?"

"لا. يُشْعِلُني."

"No. It ignites me."

الفصل السابع: الجِراحَةُ اللَّذيذَة

Chapter Seven: The Delicious Surgery

أَلْقاها عَلى السَّريرِ بِرِفْقٍ وَقَبَّلَ جَسَدَها كُلَّهُ. فَمُهُ يَنْزِلُ مِنْ عُنُقِها إلى نَهْدَيْها إلى بَطْنِها.

He gently laid her on the bed and kissed her entire body. His mouth descended from her neck to her breasts to her belly.

"أَنْتَ طَبيبٌ ماهِرٌ،" هَمَسَتْ.

"You are a skilled physician," she whispered.

"تَعَلَّمْتُ مِنَ الأَفْضَلِ."

"I learned from the best."

وَصَلَ بَيْنَ فَخِذَيْها. فَتَحَهُما وَنَظَرَ إلى زَهْرَتِها.

He reached between her thighs. He spread them and looked at her flower.

"أَجْمَلُ وَرْدَةٍ في مِصْرَ."

"The most beautiful rose in Egypt."

لَحَسَها بِلِسانِهِ. صَرَخَتْ مِنَ المُفاجَأَةِ وَاللَّذَّةِ.

He licked her with his tongue. She cried out from surprise and pleasure.

"ما هذا؟!" صَرَخَتْ.

"What is this?!" she cried.

"هذا عِلاجٌ لَمْ تَقْرَئيهِ في الكُتُبِ."

"This is a treatment you have not read in books."

اسْتَمَرَّ يَلْعَقُها حَتّى وَصَلَتْ إلى ذُرْوَتِها، جَسَدُها يَرْتَجِفُ وَفَمُها يَصْرُخُ بِاسْمِهِ.

He continued licking her until she reached her peak, her body trembling and her mouth crying his name.

الفصل الثامن: الشِّفاءُ التّامّ

Chapter Eight: Complete Healing

"اُدْخُلْني!" تَوَسَّلَتْ. "أُريدُ أَنْ أَشْعُرَ بِكَ داخِلي!"

"Enter me!" she pleaded. "I want to feel you inside me!"

تَمَوْضَعَ بَيْنَ فَخِذَيْها. ذَكَرُهُ يَلْمِسُ مَدْخَلَها.

He positioned himself between her thighs. His member touching her entrance.

"سَيُؤْلِمُكِ قَليلاً في البِدايَةِ."

"It will hurt you a little at first."

"لا أُبالي. خُذْني."

"I do not care. Take me."

دَفَعَ نَفْسَهُ داخِلَها. اخْتَرَقَ بَكارَتَها وَأَصْبَحَتْ لَهُ.

He pushed himself inside her. He pierced her maidenhood and she became his.

"آهٍ!" صَرَخَتْ، دُموعُها تَسيلُ.

"Ah!" she cried, her tears flowing.

"هَلْ أَتَوَقَّفُ؟"

"Should I stop?"

"لا! اِسْتَمِرَّ!"

"No! Continue!"

بَدَأَ يَتَحَرَّكُ بِرِفْقٍ. الأَلَمُ تَحَوَّلَ إلى لَذَّةٍ. صارَتْ تَتَأَوَّهُ مَعَ كُلِّ حَرَكَةٍ.

He began to move gently. The pain transformed into pleasure. She began to moan with each movement.

"أَسْرَعُ!" طَلَبَتْ.

"Faster!" she demanded.

زادَ سُرْعَتَهُ. الفِراشُ يَهْتَزُّ وَأَجْسادُهُما تَتَصادَمُ. نَهْداها الكَبيرانِ يَتَأَرْجَحانِ تَحْتَهُ.

He increased his speed. The bed shook and their bodies collided. Her large breasts swung beneath him.

"أَنا... أَنا...!" لَمْ تَسْتَطِعْ إكْمالَ جُمْلَتِها.

"I... I...!" She could not complete her sentence.

وَصَلا إلى ذُرْوَتِهِما مَعاً. صَرَخا صَرْخَةً واحِدَةً وَأَفْرَغَ نَفْسَهُ داخِلَ رَحِمِها.

They reached their peak together. They cried out in one voice and he emptied himself inside her womb.

الخاتِمَة

Epilogue

طَلَبَ سَيْفُ الدّينِ يَدَ لَيْلى مِنْ أَبيها في اليَوْمِ التّالي. وافَقَ الأَبُ بِفَرَحٍ، إذْ رَأى في عَيْنَيْ ابْنَتِهِ سَعادَةً لَمْ يَرَها مِنْ قَبْلُ.

Saif al-Din asked for Layla's hand from her father the next day. The father agreed with joy, for he saw in his daughter's eyes a happiness he had never seen before.

وَيُقالُ إنَّ لَيْلى صارَتْ أَشْهَرَ طَبيبَةٍ في مِصْرَ، تُعالِجُ أَمْراضَ الجَسَدِ وَالقَلْبِ مَعاً.

And it is said that Layla became the most famous physician in Egypt, treating ailments of the body and heart together.

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