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The golden pill
From Republic Street, first Faisal
Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets
Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers
and drugs
The golden pill
The luster of a golden bead intensifies between the sands of Sahl al-Ghoul.. The eyes of the car at the intersection of the plain roads come out of their quarries, chasing the rays emitted from the bead.
Dozens of car saliva intertwine as they leave the camel's backs for the golden grain.
One of the drivers says: The ogre crouching along the plain and its width brings grain from the far wheat fields and eats a handful of them, which reduces the severity of its craving for human cannibalism, so it suffices to swallow one human or two sometimes in one night
The second says: When the ogre rises from its sleep under the cover of darkness, its long horns touch the sky of the universe and its feet remain attached to the ground. between his fangs.
The third says: The ghoul continues to drink after his food that has been aged for many years, which he brings from the land of the vineyards, and he drinks with him the grains of wheat stuck between his tusks from the vineyard and his leaves, and they become golden in color.
The fourth car says: When the ogre's eyes close, it opens its mouth, and the marada birds come to eat the grains stuck between its fangs, and some of them fall between the grains of sand, and the darkness departs with the ogre and the marada birds.
Dozens of cars wrestle until the last round, and the golden pill will be for the winner.
The winner begins to emulsify the golden bean, and he becomes a ghoul in the plain of the ghouls.. his eyes become redder.. his head touches the sky and his feet stick to the ground.. he rides his horse.. the road of a thousand miles is shortened in a few hours..
The winner wakes up from his dizziness before the night of the plain comes, and finds himself small and lying next to the cave of the ogre.
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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Al-Tayyib.. Abu Al-Tayyib
the horses and the night and the desert know me
Abu Al-Tayeb
From Republic Street, first Faisal
Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets
Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers
and drugs
Al-Tayyib.. Abu Al-Tayyib
the horses and the night and the desert know me
Abu Al-Tayeb
Abu al-Tayyib Qassoum, his Gypsy sheikh, leaves quietly after reaching the age of one hundred, leaving his good son in the arms of a tent, a goat, and the poetry of his predecessors. The father was the most famous reciter of poetry in the Seven Hills.
Al-Tayyib Qassoum ascends the hill of Tal Ghajar al-Dibawiyya in the Great Desert, infiltrating the spirit of Abi al-Tayyib, chanting:
The horse, the night, and the desert know me.. and the sword, the spear, the stationery, and the pen
Shouts of approval were heard from those gathered around him in the great crowd of the sons of Dibawiyya: Eh... Eh... Eh...
And the good will increase them:
I am the one who saw the blind at my hair.. and heard my words who deafened
The Sheikh of the Sheikhs of Dibawiyya penetrates the ranks of the great crowd, sparks fly from his eyes among his men surrounding him from every side, and when al-Tayyib sees him, he kneels on his knees chanting:
Oh, the fairest of people except in my treatment.. In you is the opponent and you are the opponent and the judge
Abu al-Tayyib was not able to intercede for al-Tayyib with al-Dibi al-Kabir after he disclosed his love and the melting of his heart in the hands of Minya al-Ruh, the Belle of the Seven Hills, and broadcasted her beautiful and many poems and Ibn al-Malouh until the night covered them a lot. After he managed to kill her father, Dirgham Haraidah, the sheikh of the Haraidah sheikhs, in agreement with Zuleikhla, the wife of the murdered, Umm Muniyat al-Rouh, married her slave, so he became the sheikh of the Dibawiyya sheikhs and the master of the people.
The chief of the people looked at the kneeler in front of him with sympathy and said:
Didn't you say a while ago: The horse, the night, and the desert know me?
- Yes.. you killed me son of the nation.
So Al-Dibi drew his sword and separated the neck from the body, closing the pages of the most famous narrators of poetry in the Seven Hills ever, after the departure of his father, Abu Al-Tayyib Qassoum Shehta.
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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Little herb
From Republic Street, first Faisal
Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets
Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers
and drugs
Little weed
Blissem Bint Ouri Al Ghajri, the herbalist of Tal Ghajar Zaaiter, excelled in presenting herbs suitable for every ailment that was presented to her after the death of her father. .
The doctors were eager to provide medicine for the disease of Aqram Nureina, the chief of the Nuwarina tribe, who supervised the hundred, until many of the sick people guided him on the path of Blissem bint Uri Ghurab al-Ashaba.
Aqram sent his cavalry from the far south of the Lesser Desert in search of Al-Ashaba, who was settling in her tent in the far north of the Great Desert.
The Sheikh's pain increases and his groans become louder because his women and maidservants surround him drying his sweat flowing from every point of his body, which is dear to them. The journey to bring the herb will take about two months.
The little girl, at the age of fifteen, shone at the door of the tent of Sheikh Aqram Norina, so his women and maidservants took refuge inside them from the excessive beauty of Al-Ashaba, who was able to treat the sheikh of the Al-Nuraina tribes. A hundred new and after the young herb restored him to his eternal youth.
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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