43
Tires Yasser Khulaati
From Republic Street, first Faisal
Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets
Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers
and drugs
Tires Yasser Khulaati
Tires draw endless circles in the velvet kindergarten.. Yasser Al-Khalati blows the tire horns so that the air forms many circles before the sun rises on a new day so that the tires are sweet in the eyes of the four-wheel-drive vehicles that invade the three great, middle and small deserts for exercise and so on.
From a distance, Yasser Al-Khalati's tires look like black grapes, after being burned by the sun's rays. The tires begin to inflate as cars approach the famous Al-Khalati center.
Drivers hear the sound of exploding tires, and the cars shudder violently under their feet to stop before they roll over from the top of the nearby hills. The piles giggle as they are planted by the young workers of the Al-Khalati Center in the vicinity of a circle with a diameter of five thousand meters surrounding the center.
All car drivers descend, raising their hands in surrender and testimony to the ability of the piles that settle in the heart of the circles moving at a speed of no less than one hundred kilometers per hour, forming thunder coming from the long line of cars, which leads to deafness that affects the ears of all drivers who set out in a frantic race to catch up with each of them on his four tires The replacement, which will be installed by Yasser Al-Khalati center workers, after exaggerating the price of the new tires that are durable and novelty, because they are removed from stolen new cars along the desert roads that extend for thousands of kilometers, and are stuck between blue and yellow on high stones or stick to yellow sand sometimes.
The voice of Azzouz, the raider, the herald rises across the paths of the ancient deserts, enumerating the virtues of the dislocated tires, which are not equal to tires, because they did not cut the first millennium on the desert highways, and their prominence is still the same as the sand did not get from them, with its ferocity, the roughness of its face, and the large number of its slopes that bleed the tires.
The face of the sun's disk intensifies, and the fuel inside the tightly closed tanks boils, which leads to its explosion and the outbreak of tongues of fire from the bodies of the continuous cars, filling the sky of the long road until it shakes hands with the tires of Yasser Al-Khalati, which glow and swallow Yasser and the herald who is still calling out enumerating the beauties of the tires until his voice disappears and the dislocated tires disappear, leaving behind Its ashes, which are scattered by the wind in all directions.
A short story written by / Mahmoud Hassan Farghaly
Member of the Writers Union
Member of the Syndicate of Film Professions
mahmoudhassanfarghaly@yahoo.com
================================================== ================
42
last meet
From Republic Street, first Faisal
Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets
Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers
and drugs
last meet
Siham Taliba looked into the eyes of Hijab Abdullah al-Banduqi, her colleague in the circle, and she regretted every moment when she left her love. .
Siham was brought up far from the clubs of the gypsies and learned the art of love from the son of the neighbors, Hijab Abdullah al-Banduqi, who used to live with his family in the house opposite the house that Abd al-Mu’taal al-Raih requested in the urban area parallel to Tell Ghajar Naima in the central desert where the tents of the al-Raih tribe are located.. Hijab was three years ahead of Siham. Nazlah Umm Siham asked Nazira Umm Hijab to teach Hijab to teach her daughter the difficult lessons. The circle, and when she was appointed, her student presented her as a bride to her cousin, Dido, to break her heart and give birth to the first daughter.
Hijab wrote asking to be transferred to the department’s administration, and the last meeting witnessed the erratic look in Hijab’s eyes and the crying in the eyes of Siham, who missed him so much to give birth to the second son.
Siham's heart jumps with joy with every visit to her father's house to see Hijab and every time she finds his window closed, and she is afraid to ask her mother, so she forgets the shadow of this bewilderment that she sees in her daughter's eyes whenever she comes until Hijab and his mother left Nazira to the house to live in their new house near the management of the credit department that He works with it.. Siham did not sleep all night the last time she visited her family's house, and she kept looking at the ceiling until the morning, so Dido expected her to be close to madness because she did not hear a single word of what he said until she fell into a deep sleep and did not go to her work that day .. She woke up Siham the next morning to go back to the last meeting on her way, so she changed her destination and her feet carried her to the department’s administration. Fleeing and the disgrace of the daughter of Al-Raih, which may come at the end of Hijab.. Siham left and could not return, fearing her husband's punishment, so she worked in a dairy factory and resided in a single room near her lover Hijab.. Siham took a long time to flee from the face of the family, so Dido sent the divorce paper to his uncle's house.. he came ls first contact She was very important to her mother, so she told her that the waiting period had passed, so that she could regain the ability to knock on the door of her beloved Hijab, and they regained the last meeting, so he wiped her tears, his deviant eyes settled, and they said goodbye to their last meeting.
A short story written by / Mahmoud Hassan Farghaly
Member of the Writers Union
Member of the Syndicate of Film Professions
mahmoudhassanfarghaly@yahoo.com
================================================== =============
ليست هناك تعليقات:
إرسال تعليق