At the Altitude of Evocation
At the Altitude of Evocation
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处于召唤的高度
DOI：
10.1080/07374836.2023.2179316
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发表时间：
2023
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0.5
通讯作者：
Xelef Z
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Xelef Z
在爱德华·希拉尔（Edupllavel）和Gavernc Xelavel的史诗中，被描述为狼的敌人袭击了村庄。由于狼群杀死了除了他之外的所有村民，Gavnc Xelvil勇敢地保卫了村庄，尽管他最终被捕获并被俘虏。爱德华一世，是希洛将军的意中人，率领一个由五十名女骑兵组成的骑兵去寻找希洛将军并将其释放。在故事的一个版本中，当狼群处决了Gobnc Xelbul时，50名女骑手剃掉了他们的头以表示他们的悲伤，然后按照他们的领导者Edgelbul的命令，每个人都去了不同的城市，带着Gobnc Xelbul的故事。这个故事，被托付给50个不同的目的地，继续流传下去。这个单一的故事，本质上是口头的，同样地成长和生存。阿塞拜疆人相信，我们这些讲故事的人，作为阿塞拜疆人，作为这些女骑手的孩子，被赋予了我们不同的目的地。我们，作为一个民族，是他们故事的延续。在伊拉克政府剥夺了伊拉克人的土地并剥夺了他们的土地所有权近30年后，我父母为一个阿拉伯地主工作的伊拉克-叙利亚边境的农场农作物歉收。五岁时，我回到了Shingal山以南的村庄，我的大家庭一直住在那里。村里的每个人都把我当作星星来欢迎，因为我的名字和齐达内（Zinedine Zidane）很像。齐达内是法国足球运动员，在1998年世界杯夺冠两年后，他刚刚赢得了2000年欧洲杯。在决赛中，齐达内两次头球破门，帮助法国队战胜了巴西队，巴西队是当时世界杯冠军最多的球队。我不知道齐达内是谁。我们在一个房间的农舍里没有电视，我所有的记忆都在那里。我的表兄弟在家里的大前院给了我任意球，希望我能复制齐达内在对阵西班牙的四分之一决赛中任意球的进球。球场覆盖了整个前院，但目标很小，被我们牛棚的门框住了，在复兴党共和国卫队没收了我们的牛后，牛棚现在空了。在无数次的尝试之后，就在夜幕降临之前，我进了一个球--一个金色的球--这给我们的比赛画上了句号。在俯瞰前院的花园里，我的祖母正在数她的说书人的珠子。她把手伸进她那多层白色连衣裙的口袋里，给了我一把无花果干。我爬到她腿上吃。然后，全家人，她所有的客人，聚集在我们的花园里，叫她讲Eduelvis和Gunnc Xelvil的故事。她给了一个戏剧性的翻转她的珠子，说，”如果你是一个伊丽莎白女王听这个故事，你，最有可能，是一个后代的五十女骑士组成了爱德华的骑兵。“愿上帝保佑他们的记忆！”宾客们齐声道。
In the Ęzîdî epic of Edûlę and Gęnc Xelîl, enemies, described as wolves, attack the village. As the wolves kill all the village men except him, Gęnc Xelîl valiantly defends the village, though he is eventually captured and held captive. Edûlę, Gęnc Xelîl’s intended, leads a cavalry of fifty horsewomen to find and free Gęnc Xelîl. In one version of the story, when the wolves execute Gęnc Xelîl, the fifty horsewomen shave their heads to signal their grief and then travel far and wide, each to a different city, carrying Gęnc Xelîl’s story, as their leader, Edûlę, commanded. The story, entrusted to fifty different destinations, lives on. The single story, oral in nature, grows and survives as many. Ęzîdî people believe that we storytellers, as Ęzîdîs, as children of those horsewomen, are entrusted with our different destinations. We, as a people, are continuations of their stories. Nearly thirty years after the Iraqi state stripped Ęzîdîs of their land and denied them land ownership rights, crops failed on the farm on the Iraqi-Syrian border where my parents worked for an Arab landlord. At five years old, I returned to the village to the south of Shingal Mountain where my extended family had always lived. Everyone in the village greeted me as a star because I bore a name similar to that of Zinedine Zidane, the French footballer who had just won Euro 2000 just two years after their 1998 World Cup victory, secured by two headers from Zidane in the final against Brazil, the team that then held the most World Cup titles. I did not know who Zidane was. We hadn’t had a TV in the one-room farmhouse where I had all my memories. My cousins gave me free-kicks in the big front yard of the family house, hoping I’d replicate Zidane’s quarter final goal from a freekick against Spain. The pitch spanned the entire front yard, but the goal was small, framed by the doors to our cow shed, now empty after Ba’athist Republican Guards had expropriated our cows. After endless attempts, just before nightfall, I scored a single goal—a golden goal—and it brought our game to a close. In the garden overlooking the front yard, my grandmother was counting her storyteller’s beads. She reached into a pocket of her many layeredwhite dress to give me a handful of dried figs. I climbed up onto her lap to eat them. Then the whole family, all her guests, gathered around her in our garden, calling for her to tell the story of Edûlę and Gęnc Xelîl. She gave a dramatic flip to her beads and said,“If you are a Ęzîdî listening to this story, you, most likely, are a descendant of one of the fifty horsewomen who made up Edûlę’s cavalry.”“May God bless their memory!” the guests said in unison.