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Moon horses
From Republic Street, first Faisal
Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets
Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers
and drugs
Moon horses
The light of the sun shines brightly into the holes of the pens of the horses of the moon, so the horses are unable to see.
A flock of horses beloved by Muta, the Gypsy, the most famous bandit in the hills of the western sector of the central desert, crosses the barrier of ten thousand. Nine thousand males are on the raid, and the remaining thousand females are bound by the corrals, and ordinary horses are not allowed to mix with them.
The moon is full.. The moon horses set off to the nearby hills, full of vitality and strength that cannot be compared to the strength of the moonlight as its source.
The horses of the moon trample all the plants and grass they meet, and level them with sand.. Mahboob Balamota and his men kill the men of the tribes, and take the women and children as captives, to return laden with spoils.
The moonlight begins to recede, so the strength of his horses weakens and they retreat to the corrals until their full moon in the following month.
It is the turn of the raid on the Al-Nawaira tribes.. The war takes a long time.. Mahboub and his men strip the tribes of everything precious, and the battlefield is still going on.. The moon disappeared behind the Al-Nawaira hill, so the strength of the horses faded.. The morning sun removed the last threads of the night, so the horses were blinded.
Mahboob Balamotah and his men returned many miles on foot without horses to Tal Al-Balamiti, waiting to mount the second generation of moon horses to raid the tribes with the full moon in the following month.
A short story written by / Mahmoud Hassan Farghaly
Member of the Writers Union
Member of the Syndicate of Film Professions
mahmoudhassanfarghaly@yahoo.com
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Fouz Dahla buckets b
From Republic Street, first Faisal
Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets
Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers
and drugs
Fouz Dahla buckets b
Fouz Dahlab was determined to replace the twenty buckets of his wells with highly determined machines in order to be able to meet the needs of the inhabitants of the Ghajar Mnaisa hills in the Sahara desert for drinking water and cultivation by distillation.
The twenty mechanisms settled on the faces of the wells, extracting water from the depths of the desert day and night, without stopping, until the beginning of the new lunar month.
The sun woke up and was young to increase the temperature of the place.
Very small spare parts are scattered inside the machine after its high temperatures and the high intensity of the current reaching it, which led to the rise of thick fumes.
The transformers had issued several warning signals, and the men in charge of the follow-up did not pay any attention, which led to the damage of the transformers, which caused the near end of the very small spare parts that together work together in the operation of the machine.
The follow-up man stood before the committee to answer some questions and give two days leave in addition to the weekend for the workers in order to restore his ability to follow up on the devices whose transformers and spare parts will be changed very small
Many committees are formed, the first for opening the devices, the second for determining the percentage of damaged parts, the third for valuation, the fourth for opening envelopes for tenders for replacement parts, the fifth for preparing to travel outside the regions to all the surrounding cities to import spare parts, and the sixth for receiving price checks and disbursement for the residence and enjoyment of the committee responsible for buying reserves and the comfort of intermediaries, then returning Safe and sound, loaded with spare parts to deliver to warehouses
The burnt pieces are trying to get up so that they are not destroyed in the large cauldrons that will turn them into ingots for use in other purposes. And he gives the signal to the committee to open the devices, and all the committees continue their roles until all the damaged spare parts are removed, so that they are thrown into the boiling boilers, so they turn from solid to liquid, issuing all the cries, screams and wailing, which did not receive a single response from the crowd of those standing.
The follow-up man stood enjoying himself as he saw the end of the very small spare parts, a source of a faint yellow smile, after Fouz Dahlab Al-Oqoud decided to return to using his buckets to extract water from the heart of the wells of the Ghajar hills in the desert until further notice.
A short story written by / Mahmoud Hassan Farghaly
Member of the Writers Union
Member of the Syndicate of Film Professions
mahmoudhassanfarghaly@yahoo.com
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