gypsy worlds

63

roof collapse

From Republic Street, first Faisal

Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets

Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers

and drugs

roof collapse

Moamen Abd al-Barr Redisi lay on his old bed made of wood and kept looking at the ceiling of his tent, the attached canvas, following the widening of the cracks around the only sweat he carried since his father brought him to this life and left to leave him alone after the death of his mother when he was sixteen years old.

Neighbors piled up piles of old cracks behind his tent, the only one attached to a line among the neighborhood tents, for which they envied him.

He took out the first cut of his tongue, and Moamen remained lying on his back and did not get tired of his mockery and turned his eyes to close them on his daily journey that exhausted him to and from the Hatra Institute in which he studies, relying on the pension of his father, Abd al-Barr Redisi, the simple courier in the waste department in Hatra Moro, who is too eager to meet some of his needs of food and drink Clothes, transportation, and renting a tent until the dean of the institute took pity on him and gave him books from Student Affairs for free after he looked into his eyes for a long time.

Raindrops fell from the second crack, and Moamen did not pay any attention to it. He brought his father’s yellow wedding suit jacket, which he had received from the utility, and took it up to protect him from the bitter cold of winter. He returned to his relaxation under the quilt of Abd al-Barr Redisi, which did not prevent him from the snow this year, which befell the neighborhood of Tal Talayat, to protect his family. Wood-burning stoves.

A believer is waiting for Basma, the daughter of Fakiha al-Sharabati, to appear at the door of his tent, inviting him to dinner and to sit with them around the pottery stove full of coal, as per the desire of Fakiha, a saleswoman of camel milk, hoping that a believer will be associated with his smile and that the believer will accept the invitation. He obtained a diploma in commerce from the middle school of Hadar Moro, and she will be satisfied with staying with him in the tent of the late Abd al-Barr Redisi and Hannomeh Siraj, who is dear to her. She will also be content with renovating some of the furniture, but he has become unable to get married.

A Moamen holds his mother's old dress. He dries yesterday's rain water from the third crack, which exceeds half a meter. After closing the spread of sandwiches, Moamen was standing with him on it, who in turn fell on his body to snatch the remaining sandwich from his jaws.

Moamen continues to look at the ceiling in the light of the club, whose kerosene is about to run out. Moamen decided to treat the fourth, wider crack by filling it when he gets up from his illness the next day, to collect the wages of one day of the week, so that Hanafi Salim, the owner of the sandwiches bed, does not replace him with someone else.

Ola Sakhir Atta Ibn Khalil Shalaby Bed of Girls Model School in Hatra, who left his father's tent crowded with seven, his brother and mother, and lived with his friend Moamen ten years ago after the death of Abdel-Bar Redisi, and they worked together immediately after their graduation the year before last. Moamen washes clothes and cleans Atta the tent, and he often used to He is harsh on a believer and carries him to clean the tent and cook food.

His snoring exceeded its extent, increasing the width of the fifth fissure, which led to the collapse of the ceiling that suppressed the breathing of Ibn Khalil Shalaby. Moamen is still looking at the dark, starless sky, and he longs to return the roof of the tent to what it was before the marriage of his father to his mother in the old neighborhood of Tal Talayat. in the Great Desert.

A short story by / Mahmoud Hassan Farghaly

Member of the Writers Union

Member of the Syndicate of Film Professions

mahmoudhassanfarghaly@yahoo.com

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