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Hegazy al-Rukh sprouted

From Republic Street, first Faisal

Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets

Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers

and drugs

Hegazy al-Rukh sprouted

Green sprouts when black meets brown in germinated beans every morning.. Kashira Al-Baqqaq sinks her slender hands to catch what is left of the sprouted beans at the bottom of half a barrel of diesel oil filled with water to accumulate in the empty half.. Kashira mixes salt, cumin, and red pepper pods with a head of garlic, and holds it With the hand of the pestle, you start chopping until grinding is complete.

Mamdouh al-Saghir, Zubaydah’s numerous son, puts slow-burning wood in the heart of the stove, and stacks stones that complete the third side to ignite the fire. Gypsy spring to approach the mouths of customers sitting on the sands of the path behind the shrine.

Ballas Ibn Hijazi smashes the hard bread into small pieces and extracts it from the sacks, which he packs after his tour in the paths of Tal Zaaytrah every afternoon to buy the remaining dry bread from the tents and puts it in his father’s pans, which he pours boiling water over, so that they become pieces of milk that are easy to devour.

Hijazi grabs half of the third barrel of diesel fuel, and Kashira, Balas, and Mamdouh help him put it on the blazing stove.. Hijazi increases the water to three-quarters of half of the barrel, and puts the germinated beans until the water boils. To extinguish the fires of Hegazy's cannon, the rook pours water into the tajines, and Balas and Mamdouh distribute it to tables that can accommodate two hundred customers with lemon and green onions.

The body of Zubaydah’s numerous children shakes from the frequent back and forth, so his foot hits the rib of the third, weak stove from behind, so that half of the barrel swings and does not maintain its balance, so he pours its boiling water mixed with salt, cumin, red pepper pods, garlic head, and the fat of the slaughtered camel on the sand of the road that refuses to be absorbed by it, so it roasts the seats of customers who run terrified before To pay the price for what I devoured.. Hijazi's mind flies, and the little one beats him extensively, and does not calm down until he grabs him by his shoulders and drops him in half of the tilted barrel on the ground to roast his body with boiled beans, out of grief over the day's revenue for the sweetest sprouts.

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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