Mohsen is a nice guy living in a town that he cannot describe it, a town by the see, but all that he can hear is the sound of silence, even during the winterGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âª
Mohsen reads 5 newspapers everyday: Al-hayat, Assafir, Herald Tribunes, Le matin, and Pravda the famous Russian newspaper.
But before he reads the five papers, there is a street he should walk on everyday, a crowded street with lovely people.
People are always ready to tell Mohsen all of their secrets, problems and dreams.
One fine Monday, Mohsen as usual went to “Abdul Nasser” bookshop and got the papers, and then he started his long way from Al-Quds street to Yafa Park where he usually sits to read the five papers.
Abu Kamu: Mr.Mohsen! Good morning Mr.MohsenGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âª
Mohsen looked at him, smiling to himGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âª
Abu Kamu: do you remember when I told you about my apartment?
Abu Kamu: Mr.Mohsen, they want me to pay $700 more! All I have for this month is $240, “Walla” the last day I paid $2300 to Albert “EL MASSIHI”, just to fix my water heater. “KHALASS” I don’t want to have a hot showerGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âª
Anyway Sir, I have to go back to the shop, nobody knows, maybe a lady would come now to buy stuff for $1000GÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âª”Yalla” have a nice day Sir. Abu Kamu faded awayGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âª
Leila, a beautiful young girl came to walk beside Mohsen, he looked at her as she is his girlfriendGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âªbut now wayGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âª.he cannot tell her.
Leila: you know, I wanted to come and walk with you, butGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚ÂªI hate that man, Abu Kamu! All what he talks about is moneyGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âª.I hate money! You know Mohsen, I’m very romantic and I don’t care about the money, money can’t buy me love.
I love the sea, the voice of seagulls, the sound of waves, everything is like a symphonyGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âªit is like you are listening to MozartGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚ÂªI know that you don’t care, butGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âªall I want is loveGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âªlove can build a bridge. Anyway Mohsen, I don’t want my mother to see me with youGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âªshe is a crazy stupidGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âª
Mohsen smiled and he just continued his trip to the Yafa ParkGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âª
Samih: hey “Mahsoun” what’s up? She wants you my dear(smiling), believe me she wants you, but I really appreciate you, a sexy lady like Leila, can move a mountain, she can build a bridgeGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âª”akh” oh God how I hate my wifeGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âªshe is like a truck, bearGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚ÂªI hope that she was in “Abu ghreib”in IraqGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âªall that she knows is to talkGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âª.talking, talking all the timeGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚ÂªI wish I was deaf GÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âª.God why I’m not deaf?
Anyway I have to go my dear Mohsen; I have to bring her the new album of Nancy Ajram, maybe she will shut up for a couple of monthsGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âª
Mohsen reached the Yafa Park, he looked at the garden, the view was great as usual, and nobody was thereGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âªhe took a deep breath, and then he smiledGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âª a pale smileGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âª.after a while, he started to cryGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âªonly tears would explain what he is thinking about, all the time, everyday, everywhere.
Tears and smiles are the only tools that Mohsen knows how to use since he was bornGÃƒÆ’Ã¢â‚¬Â¡Ãƒâ€šÃ‚Âª.he was born deaf and mute person.
*cheresh refers to a person who is Deaf and Mute.