Torbat Is Better
A Jar of Jam - Torbat Is Better
T his one was so cute. He had come to the hospital accompanying me to receive his brother’s body. He insisted to see his brother in any way possible. “Let’s go to Torabt, see him comfortably there”, I said. “No, I miss him so much. Just give me a minute”, he said. I told him I would allow it as he was insistent. The morgue keeper left the door open and went to do the paper work at my request. We had to put down the casket to let this young man see his brother. I told him to take the bottom and I’d take the top. He refused and we did the opposite. I don’t know what happened, but suddenly the casket slipped out of his hand and the body fell down. The young man, despite all the longing, ran away forgetting I was even there. He closed the door behind himself. Now, I was in the dark trapped inside the morgue among all those bodies. No one came to open the door even though I shouted my lungs out. Finally, after so many of my kicks and punches, he returned to open the door and left immediately. I couldn’t help laughing. “Didn’t you want to see your brother, my good friend?”, I said. “No, no. .Torbat is better”, he replied
