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Dyer is spinning
From Republic Street, first Faisal
Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets
Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers
and drugs
Dyer is spinning
My good servants look at the middle of the big circle, looking for a small straw to cling to, but they do not find it and try again. The far and near areas are thousands of kilometers long across the three deserts, the Small, the Middle, and the Great.
The sentry tied the hands of the servants of goodness and dragged him behind him with the long iron chain. Passers-by in the distant desert paths look at the shirt of the servants of goodness, which bears the zero number on his chest, indicating that he does not know his identity, so each of them feels his identity papers and runs. Let the chains press on the hands of My servants, so that he yields to the clouds, and his feet respond to relieve the hands from the intensity of pain.
The sentinel entered the first district, which is five kilometers away from the main center, so that Abadi would be shown to the guards working there, and when no one recognized him, he would record his last features on the surface of a white paper and hang it at the entrance of the outpost tent bearing his name, date of birth, and place of birth, even if no one from the area recognized him. They sent the homing pigeon after him to return to this point and release him.
Abadi moves the first foot to take its step in the second five kilometers until he reaches the second circle to which he will be shown, and no one will recognize him, leaving his features hanging at the entrance of the police station tent. If none of the people of the district knows my servants, the sentry will be accompanied by my servants, one of the camels of the trade caravans heading from the south to the north, or vice versa, so that the long-distance journey begins, which in any case is not less than fifty kilometers, and at the end of every fifty the sentry descends, followed by my good servants, and it is shown to the people of the point Where is the middle of the small circle, then the sentry rides another camel that will take him to the next point.
My good servants are a distance of a thousand kilometers within weeks, until the stock of bread runs out in the new point until the morning, then a new search journey begins for someone who can identify my good worshipers, so that he can be released and handed over to his family, if any.
Months pass by, days and weeks pass, and the sentry, followed by Abadi al-Khair, travels a distance of twenty-five thousand kilometers, and no one recognizes Abadi. Small to make sure that one of the frequenters knows the pages of his description hanging at the entrances of the outpost tents.
The journey back to the main center of the circle of identity has come to an end, so that a new journey begins again for the servants of goodness, behind a new sentry, Kaab Dyer Maidur.
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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Non-egg chicken
From Republic Street, first Faisal
Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets
Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers
and drugs
Non-egg chicken
The voice of his request was loud enough to reach the end of the large tent: O our master, the judge, they stole my chickens that do not lay eggs. They said, "You will find him, so do justice to me, O Master of those who are fair, and Upholsterer of the drowned."
What is the description of the thief?
The thief's hand is as long as an octopus's arms.
- Select more, as all thieves' hands are of this length.
His eyes are black as wells without water.
- The eyes of thieves as well, back to confusion - My boy - Do you have a more accurate adjective?
- My eyes could not catch more than that in the crowd in the middle of the day.. His assistants made a quarrel and took my chickens as my wife's dowry, which I will pay to her father.. I kiss your feet, our master, the judge.. Return my chickens to me so that my wife can recover from what befell her.
- And what happened to her?
An incurable disease in which doctors are hot.
- Give us, my son, a chance until the end of the session, and I will assign our bailiff to inspect the chicken merchants in the hills, as this may help in finding a solution.
The man returned to his place in the hall, next to his wife, with whom he did not enter, and preached to her the justice of the judge who filled the corners of the deserts. Nazir, when he was sure that he had the hens that do not lay eggs, and whom he would marry from all the roosters of the oasis until the hens and roosters perished, and the people of the oasis got rid of a deadly epidemic.. The girl fell in love with her groom, and he fell in love with her for her beauty.
The bailiff and the judge's men returned with certain news.. The thief put the chickens in the boxes of the papers that traveled to the neighboring city.. The bailiff said: The papers are the cause of every calamity.
- And how did the papers allow this act? O eyebrow, to the sheikh of the careless papers.
Longing kills his demand for a counterpart who sees his beloved's reproach in his eyes, and she reprimands him for negligence in the dowry, which the thief did not properly appreciate.
The sheikh of Al-Warraqin came before the judge and confirmed that there were no chickens in the heart of the boxes that he oversaw opening himself, and that there were only papers in the Book of Deserts, but he saw a man selling chickens next to him and he forgot to describe the seller and the buyer.
The judge said to his request: God will compensate you, my son. We will record the theft against an unknown person.
The man returned disappointed, so he would not give his father-in-law the dowry of his daughter, and he would not consummate his wife, who would return with her father to the oasis that was filled with pestilence after he lost his demand for the hens that do not lay eggs.
A short story written by / Mahmoud Hassan Farghaly
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