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My sheep
From Republic Street, first Faisal
Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets
Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers
and drugs
My sheep
The sheep of Hatouta, Badrit al-Ghajri, paint the ewes of Tal Zaaytara with dark colors in the winter and light colors in the summer, to increase the demand for them in the Tal market.
The men of the tribe go to their sheikh, Al-Zaatrawy, to complain to him that their rams did not accept the ewes they bought after their ewes were stolen the previous nights.
Sheikh Al-Za'tarawi refers to them to take their rams to the Al-Nahiri market tomorrow, so that they can choose whatever ewes they want, and the market is not far away, as it is within sight of their inspiration.
Zina takes pity on her late husband, Al-Zaatrawy, so she distracts the men and points to him at bedtime.
The gypsy sheep of Hatuta collect the ewes of Za’aytara hill, which he managed to steal at night, smashing them until he reaches his tent, where he sleeps. Badrit, the most dangerous ewes thief in the Sahara desert in the recent past, with his wife, Hunud Kreshi, after Sheikh Zaatrawy decided to expel him from the hill, and when he took refuge in Nahairi hill, the robbery took place. The ewes of the hill, so Sheikh Nahiri expelled him to camp with his wife between the two hills, with their young, who was born by the Indians among the sheep of her master, Al-Zaitari, so he named him Ghanami.
Ghannami finished coloring the ewes of Tal Za'aytrah and waited for them to dry, to take them to the Nahairi market tomorrow morning.
The rams slip away from the strong fists of Zaatrawy's men, rushing towards the colorful ewes, and begin to lick them.
The colors of my spoils fall, and his affairs are revealed among the men of the two hills, so they break his bones as the bones of his Hatta were shattered in Drit, and they throw him between the two hills near their tent on the outskirts of the nearby city.
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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Palaces of glass
From Republic Street, first Faisal
Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets
Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers
and drugs
Palaces of glass
The desert sands of Wadi El-Jin, which branch off from the adhesion of the Central Desert to the Lesser, are transformed into glass palaces.
Masoud al-Ghajri, son of Saad Saadawi al-Awaini, is able to see the glass palaces and exits the valley without being touched by Jean. .
Masoud Saad Saadawi returns to the Al-Awaina neighborhood.
The morning wakes up.. The young men gather in front of the tent of Masoud Saad Saadawi.. He calls the crowd to him so that he can guide them to the Valley of the Jinn, so he does not respond to the call.. They insist on the call.. He goes out to them, losing his speech, only pointing, and suddenly he rises on the surface of the salt sea, walking to infinity until no one can see it. The youth of Al-Awaina neighborhood, their feet are frozen and none of them is able to move..
They lose hope in seeing the glass palaces by losing the evidence.
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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Kaaba in it
From Republic Street, first Faisal
Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets
Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers
and drugs
Kaaba in it
The elves wear the little donkey of Saeed al-Ghajri, the son of Saadia Qinaw and Sama al-Zaifari, the oldest of the gypsies in Tell al-Marada.
The little boy rides his donkey and goes to the nearby city to fetch Saadia's gypsy needs. .
The donkey revolts.. jumps into the sky carrying the little Saad, Saadia's son, on his back.. fills the hill of Marada with clamor.. the residents leave their tents at the sound of Saadia shouting: Kaaba in it.
The soothsayer of the hill says: The son of the king of the elves has donned the donkey, and he will not allow Anssi to ride it.
Saadia continues her screams, warning her son: Kaaba in it.
The little boy grabs the neck of the donkey, who insists on throwing him to the ground, away from the back of the son of the King of the Elves.
Saadia repeated: Kaaba in it, and Saad was still holding on to the neck until the donkey jumped its last leap from the highest point of the Marada Hill to the slope, drawing its end with the little Saad, the son of Saadia the Gypsy, who still repeated: Kaaba in it many years ago.
.short story
For: Mahmoud Hassan Farghaly
Member of the Writers' Union
Member of the Syndicate of Film Professions
mahmoudhassanfarghaly@yahoo.com
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water and salt
From Republic Street, first Faisal
Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets
Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers
and drugs
water and salt
Saadat Bint Dari Al-Baly Al-Baly Al-Gypsy puts two pounds of salt in a bucket of water and stirs until she is sure that the salt has dissolved.
Sa'adat made sure to erase the manuscript with the copia ink pen on the fortune teller's papers in the bucket of salted water.
Saadat begins to spray the solution on mattresses, blankets, clothes, the floor of the tent, its corners, and the outside of it.
Dari Al-Baly's daughter hesitated: Bach.. Bach.. Bach.. Eh.. the sentence recommended by the fortuneteller with every handful of liquid from Saadat's hand, so that the lower one could untie her husband, Abdoun Marazi Tell, who had not been able to consummate her for five years after their marriage.
Abdoun sat with Saadat at the dinner table that the fortune-teller had written, but he fell asleep, fell asleep and did not finish eating, so she carried him on her shoulder to his bed and left him alone.
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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