The Wine Merchant's Cellar | قَبْوُ تاجِرِ الخَمْر
"In the hidden cellars of a Christian merchant in Abbasid Baghdad, forbidden wine flows freely, and so does passion between a Muslim nobleman and the merchant's voluptuous daughter."
قَبْوُ تاجِرِ الخَمْر
The Wine Merchant's Cellar
الفصل الأول: التّاجِرُ النَّصْرانِيّ
Chapter One: The Christian Merchant
في زُقاقٍ ضَيِّقٍ في بَغْدادَ العَبّاسِيَّةِ، كانَ قَبْوُ يوحَنّا النَّصْرانِيِّ مَعْروفاً لِلْخاصَّةِ فَقَطْ. هُناكَ، يَسْتَطيعُ الأَثْرِياءُ وَالنُّبَلاءُ شُرْبَ الخَمْرِ بَعيداً عَنِ العُيونِ.
In a narrow alley in Abbasid Baghdad, the cellar of Yuhanna the Christian was known only to the elite. There, the wealthy and nobles could drink wine away from prying eyes.
ذاتَ لَيْلَةٍ، دَخَلَ الأَميرُ هارونُ بنُ العَبّاسِ القَبْوَ لِأَوَّلِ مَرَّةٍ. كانَ في الثّانِيَةِ وَالثَّلاثينَ، شابّاً وَسيماً ضَجِراً مِنْ حَياةِ القَصْرِ.
One night, Prince Harun ibn al-Abbas entered the cellar for the first time. He was thirty-two, a handsome young man bored with palace life.
"مَرْحَباً، يا سَيِّدي،" اسْتَقْبَلَهُ يوحَنّا. "ماذا تُريدُ أَنْ تَشْرَبَ؟"
"Welcome, my lord," Yuhanna greeted him. "What would you like to drink?"
"أَفْضَلُ ما عِنْدَكَ."
"The best you have."
"سَتُحْضِرُهُ لَكَ ابْنَتي."
"My daughter will bring it to you."
الفصل الثاني: مَرْيَمُ بِنْتُ يوحَنّا
Chapter Two: Maryam bint Yuhanna
خَرَجَتْ مِنْ خَلْفِ السِّتارِ فَتاةٌ لَمْ يَرَ هارونُ مِثْلَها. كانَتْ في العِشْرينَ، نَصْرانِيَّةً جَميلَةً بِشَعْرٍ بُنِّيٍّ طَويلٍ وَعَيْنَيْنِ عَسَلِيَّتَيْنِ. جَسَدُها مُمْتَلِئٌ تَحْتَ ثَوْبِها البَسيطِ، نَهْداها يَرْتَفِعانِ وَيَنْخَفِضانِ مَعَ أَنْفاسِها.
From behind the curtain emerged a girl unlike any Harun had seen. She was twenty, a beautiful Christian with long brown hair and honey-colored eyes. Her body full beneath her simple dress, her breasts rising and falling with her breath.
"هذا نَبيذُ الأَنْدَلُسِ، يا سَيِّدي،" قالَتْ وَهِيَ تَضَعُ الكَأْسَ أَمامَهُ. "أَفْضَلُ أَنْواعِنا."
"This is Andalusian wine, my lord," she said as she placed the cup before him. "Our finest type."
"ما اسْمُكِ؟"
"What is your name?"
"مَرْيَمُ، يا سَيِّدي."
"Maryam, my lord."
"اسْمٌ جَميلٌ لِفَتاةٍ جَميلَةٍ."
"A beautiful name for a beautiful girl."
احْمَرَّ وَجْهُها وَانْصَرَفَتْ. لكِنَّ هارونَ لَمْ يَسْتَطِعْ إبْعادَ عَيْنَيْهِ عَنْها طَوالَ اللَّيْلَةِ.
Her face reddened and she left. But Harun could not take his eyes off her all night.
الفصل الثالث: زِياراتٌ مُتَكَرِّرَة
Chapter Three: Repeated Visits
عادَ هارونُ كُلَّ لَيْلَةٍ. كانَ يَجْلِسُ في الزّاوِيَةِ نَفْسِها، يَشْرَبُ النَّبيذَ، وَيُراقِبُ مَرْيَمَ وَهِيَ تَعْمَلُ.
Harun returned every night. He would sit in the same corner, drink wine, and watch Maryam as she worked.
"لِماذا تَأْتي كُلَّ لَيْلَةٍ؟" سَأَلَتْهُ أَخيراً. "أَلَيْسَ في قَصْرِكَ نَبيذٌ؟"
"Why do you come every night?" she finally asked. "Is there no wine in your palace?"
"النَّبيذُ في قَصْري لا يُسْكِرُني. لكِنَّ وَجْهَكِ يُسْكِرُني أَكْثَرَ مِنْ أَيِّ نَبيذٍ."
"The wine in my palace doesn't intoxicate me. But your face intoxicates me more than any wine."
"أَنْتَ أَميرٌ مُسْلِمٌ وَأَنا نَصْرانِيَّةٌ فَقيرَةٌ. هذا مُسْتَحيلٌ."
"You are a Muslim prince and I am a poor Christian. This is impossible."
"لا شَيْءَ مُسْتَحيلٌ لِمَنْ يُريدُ حَقّاً."
"Nothing is impossible for one who truly wants."
أَمْسَكَ بِيَدِها. كانَتْ تَرْتَجِفُ.
He held her hand. She was trembling.
"أَبي سَيَقْتُلُني إذا عَلِمَ."
"My father will kill me if he finds out."
"لَنْ يَعْلَمَ أَحَدٌ."
"No one will find out."
الفصل الرابع: في القَبْوِ العَميق
Chapter Four: In the Deep Cellar
قادَتْهُ إلى قَبْوٍ أَعْمَقَ، حَيْثُ تُخَزَّنُ أَقْدَمُ البَراميلِ. المَكانُ مُعْتِمٌ، رائِحَةُ النَّبيذِ القَديمِ تَمْلَأُ الهَواءَ.
She led him to a deeper cellar, where the oldest barrels were stored. The place was dark, the scent of aged wine filling the air.
"هُنا لا يَأْتي أَحَدٌ،" هَمَسَتْ.
"No one comes here," she whispered.
أَمْسَكَها وَقَبَّلَها. طَعْمُ شَفَتَيْها كَالنَّبيذِ الحُلْوِ. لِسانُهُ يَسْتَكْشِفُ فَمَها، وَيَداهُ تَنْزِلانِ إلى خَصْرِها.
He held her and kissed her. The taste of her lips like sweet wine. His tongue exploring her mouth, his hands descending to her waist.
"أَزيلي ثَوْبَكِ،" طَلَبَ بِصَوْتٍ أَجَشَّ مِنَ الرَّغْبَةِ.
"Remove your dress," he requested in a voice hoarse with desire.
بِيَدَيْنِ مُرْتَجِفَتَيْنِ، أَزالَتْ ثَوْبَها. جَسَدُها الأَبْيَضُ المُمْتَلِئُ يَتَوَهَّجُ في الظَّلامِ. نَهْداها كَبيرانِ مُرْتَفِعانِ رَغْمَ حَجْمِهِما، حَلَماتُهُما وَرْدِيَّةٌ فاتِحَةٌ. بَطْنُها ناعِمَةٌ مُنْحَنِيَةٌ، وَوِرْكاها عَريضَتانِ خَصْبَتانِ.
With trembling hands, she removed her dress. Her white, full body glowed in the darkness. Her breasts large and high despite their size, their nipples light pink. Her belly soft and curved, and her hips wide and fertile.
"أَنْتِ أَجْمَلُ مِنْ كُلِّ جَواري القَصْرِ،" قالَ مَذْهولاً.
"You are more beautiful than all the palace slave girls," he said in astonishment.
الفصل الخامس: السُّكْرُ الحَقيقِيّ
Chapter Five: True Intoxication
خَلَعَ هارونُ ثِيابَهُ وَجَذَبَها إلى صَدْرِهِ. جَسَدُها اللَّيِّنُ يَضْغَطُ عَلى جَسَدِهِ الصَّلْبِ.
Harun removed his clothes and pulled her to his chest. Her soft body pressing against his hard body.
"لَمْ أَكُنْ مَعَ رَجُلٍ مِنْ قَبْلُ،" اعْتَرَفَتْ.
"I have never been with a man before," she confessed.
"سَأَكونُ رَفيقاً. أَعِدُكِ."
"I will be gentle. I promise."
أَجْلَسَها عَلى بِرْميلٍ قَديمٍ وَرَكَعَ أَمامَها. فَتَحَ فَخِذَيْها المُمْتَلِئَتَيْنِ وَنَظَرَ إلى زَهْرَتِها العَذْراءِ.
He sat her on an old barrel and knelt before her. He opened her full thighs and looked at her virgin flower.
"جَميلَةٌ،" هَمَسَ، ثُمَّ بَدَأَ يَلْعَقُها بِرِفْقٍ.
"Beautiful," he whispered, then began to lick her gently.
"آهٍ!" أَنَّتْ. "ما هذا الشُّعورُ؟"
"Ah!" she moaned. "What is this feeling?"
"هذا هُوَ السُّكْرُ الحَقيقِيُّ، يا حَبيبَتي."
"This is true intoxication, my beloved."
الفصل السادس: فَتْحُ البِرْميلِ الجَديد
Chapter Six: Opening the New Barrel
اسْتَمَرَّ يَلْعَقُها وَيَمُصُّ بُرْعُمَها حَتّى شَعَرَتْ بِمَوْجَةٍ لَمْ تَعْرِفْها مِنْ قَبْلُ. صَرَخَتْ صَرْخَةً مَكْتومَةً، جَسَدُها يَرْتَجِفُ.
He continued licking her and sucking her bud until she felt a wave she had never known before. She let out a muffled cry, her body trembling.
"الآنَ أَنْتِ جاهِزَةٌ،" قالَ وَهُوَ يَقِفُ.
"Now you are ready," he said as he stood.
وَضَعَ ذَكَرَهُ عِنْدَ مَدْخَلِها. "قَدْ يُؤْلِمُ قَليلاً في البِدايَةِ."
He placed his member at her entrance. "It may hurt a little at first."
"لا أُبالي. أُريدُكَ داخِلي."
"I don't care. I want you inside me."
دَخَلَها بِبُطْءٍ. شَعَرَتْ بِأَلَمٍ خَفيفٍ ثُمَّ تَحَوَّلَ إلى مُتْعَةٍ. كانَ يَتَحَرَّكُ بِرِفْقٍ، يُعْطيها وَقْتاً لِلتَّعَوُّدِ.
He entered her slowly. She felt slight pain then it transformed into pleasure. He moved gently, giving her time to adjust.
"أَنْتِ ضَيِّقَةٌ كَكَأْسٍ جَديدَةٍ،" أَنَّ.
"You are tight as a new cup," he moaned.
الفصل السابع: الخَمْرُ المَمْزوجُ بِالنّار
Chapter Seven: Wine Mixed with Fire
زادَ سُرْعَتَهُ تَدْريجِيّاً. مَرْيَمُ بَدَأَتْ تَتَحَرَّكُ مَعَهُ، جَسَدُها يَتَعَلَّمُ إيقاعاً جَديداً.
He increased his speed gradually. Maryam began to move with him, her body learning a new rhythm.
"أَقْوى!" طَلَبَتْ فَجْأَةً. "أُريدُ المَزيدَ!"
"Harder!" she suddenly demanded. "I want more!"
أَمْسَكَ بِنَهْدَيْها الثَّقيلَيْنِ وَبَدَأَ يَتَحَرَّكُ بِقُوَّةٍ. نَهْداها يَهْتَزّانِ في يَدَيْهِ، وَأَرْدافُها تَرْتَطِمُ بِالبِرْميلِ.
He gripped her heavy breasts and began to move forcefully. Her breasts swayed in his hands, her buttocks striking the barrel.
"أَنا أَشْعُرُ بِشَيْءٍ قادِمٍ!" صَرَخَتْ.
"I feel something coming!" she cried.
"اسْتَسْلِمي لَهُ!"
"Surrender to it!"
وَصَلَتْ إلى ذُرْوَتِها الأُولى الحَقيقِيَّةِ، صارِخَةً اسْمَهُ. جَسَدُها يَنْقَبِضُ حَوْلَهُ بِقُوَّةٍ.
She reached her first true peak, screaming his name. Her body contracting around him forcefully.
الفصل الثامن: القَطْرَةُ الأَخيرَة
Chapter Eight: The Final Drop
"أَنا قَريبٌ!" قالَ هارونُ.
"I am close!" Harun said.
"أَفْرِغْ داخِلي! أُريدُ أَنْ أَشْعُرَ بِكَ!"
"Empty inside me! I want to feel you!"
بِدَفَعاتٍ قَوِيَّةٍ أَخيرَةٍ، أَفْرَغَ هارونُ نَفْسَهُ داخِلَها. صَرَخَ اسْمَها، وَصَرَخَتْ هِيَ مَعَهُ.
With final powerful thrusts, Harun emptied himself inside her. He cried her name, and she cried out with him.
اسْتَلْقَيا عَلى أَرْضِ القَبْوِ، بَيْنَ البَراميلِ القَديمَةِ، أَنْفاسُهُما ثَقيلَةٌ.
They lay on the cellar floor, among the old barrels, their breaths heavy.
"هذا أَفْضَلُ نَبيذٍ ذُقْتُهُ في حَياتي،" قالَ هارونُ.
"This is the best wine I have tasted in my life," said Harun.
ضَحِكَتْ. "لكِنَّكَ لَمْ تَشْرَبْ نَبيذاً اللَّيْلَةَ."
She laughed. "But you did not drink wine tonight."
"بَلى شَرِبْتُ. شَرِبْتُكِ أَنْتِ."
"Yes I did. I drank you."
الخاتِمَة
Epilogue
اسْتَمَرَّتْ لِقاءاتُهُما في القَبْوِ لِسَنَواتٍ. وَحينَ اكْتَشَفَ يوحَنّا الأَمْرَ، لَمْ يَغْضَبْ، لِأَنَّ هارونَ عَرَضَ الزَّواجَ مِنْ ابْنَتِهِ.
Their meetings in the cellar continued for years. And when Yuhanna discovered the matter, he did not get angry, because Harun offered to marry his daughter.
تَزَوَّجَها هارونُ سِرّاً، وَأَصْبَحَتْ مَرْيَمُ أُمّاً لِأَوْلادِهِ. وَالقَبْوُ الذي شَهِدَ بِدايَةَ حُبِّهِما بَقِيَ مَكانَهُما الخاصَّ لِلِقاءاتِهِما الحَميمَةِ.
Harun married her secretly, and Maryam became the mother of his children. And the cellar that witnessed the beginning of their love remained their special place for intimate meetings.
انْتَهَتِ القِصَّة | The End