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the climate
From Republic Street, first Faisal
Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets
Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers
and drugs
the climate
Bh..bh..bh..bf..bf..bf..bf..bf..bf..bf..bf..bf..bf..bf..bf..bf…
Every man of the caravans pulls the saddle of his camel to the bottom until it ponds in the climate defined by Nuiri Sarhis al-Ghajar, the most famous guide of the long and tortuous desert paths, who leads the trade caravans coming from the far north this summer on the journey back home loaded with the goods of the desert merchants.
The shadow of the proverb decides to recede from the west side to the bottom of the blessed camels and men until it disappears, and the sun intensifies.
The men empty their camps to fall inside to escape the blazing midday sun.
Camels crawl on their knees in a blessing shaded by thorn trees.
The men of the caravans marvel at the cobwebs that cover the thorn trees, and the dryness of the remains of the camels that have left the climate for months. They turn to the question of Nuiri Sarhis, who was hit by the sun yesterday, so the images intertwine in his eyes, and he settled on residing in this climate.
The evidence rejected the looks of accusing him of ignorance at the heart of his work, in which he spent more than half a century, denouncing their admiration, and fell into a feverish sleep with the tent of the introduction.
The convoys will have a rest and may sleep when they are sure of the safety and security of the climate after the hardship of successive days of walking day and night up to the areas of the myriads in order to avoid the Plain of the Snakes, the Plain of the Scorpions, the Plain of the Valley of the Lions and the Wild Beasts.
The evidence of the caravans between wakefulness and sleep after the chosen climate confirmed many miles from the plains and valleys of the ruins, so the crowd was reassured.
Blessed camels are unusually agitated after their food and fulfill their needs, because they feel reptiles approaching the climate.
Some snakes and scorpions swoop down on the blessed camels spreading poison.. The poisoned camels panic and panic, so they go into the wilderness to fall one after the other near Al-Manakh, whose men unite to confront the few reptiles and kill them.
Men increase the pouring of water near Umm Ras Nuwairi Sarhis, who recovered from the caravan route away from the deserted climate, which almost came to the end of the summer trade convoys coming from the north, leaving ten camels as prey to snakes and scorpions, and his search is still continuing to sleep in a safe climate.
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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slate boards
From Republic Street, first Faisal
Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets
Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers
and drugs
slate boards
Abu Al-Shouf Nazran Al-Ghagri, a teacher of reading and writing, opens his tent in Tel Bani Sufrota.
Young children flock from all walks of life until the interior is full, so the latecomers sit in regular rows in front of the tent, hearing the teacher's voice low.
Each child holds a slate board. He imitates his teacher in drawing the letters of the alphabet, repeating behind him the sounds of the letters that make up the words.
Teacher: A thousand of them are apples
Kids: Aleph.. Apple
Teacher: B is a well
Kids: B.. well
Teacher: T of it passes
The little ones are passing by
Teacher: Two clothes
Kids: Tha.. clothes
Teacher: Jim is a camel
Kids: Jim... camel
Teacher: H, including a donkey and a horse
Kids: H.. a horse
The teacher stopped a lot at a horse donkey to prevent the images from interfering with the children, because a horse does not give birth to a donkey, and if it meets a female donkey, it will produce a mule, and it was not mentioned in today's lesson.
The teacher wrote the two words on slate boards, a donkey and then a horse, so the children differed in defining the form of the two words.
The teacher was fed up with the children, so he grabbed their slate boards and smashed them on their heads, so they fled in panic, with blood on their faces and clothes.
The teacher woke up from his anger and sought the shade of the ancient palm tree after he decided not to return to teaching the youngsters of Tell Sufroth to read and write again.
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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