gypsy worlds
64
The stranger moaned
From Republic Street, first Faisal
Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets
Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers
and drugs
The stranger moaned
The lying on the ground groaned, trying to lean on a large stone so that he could return to his tent. He could not. Tell Naaimi without no one will save him.
Silence struck the eyes of all the inhabitants of the hill, who opened their eyes to the river of blood flowing from the side of the stranger and from his head. The next morning, they continued their work without interruption until they met the spaciousness in the middle of the tents of the hill.
The stranger lying on the ground is still groaning and wishing that the guards would see him and save him.. Every woman wishes that she would not be deprived of kerosene so that the club would light her tent next night so that the man would see her.
The seller of the bekia continues his work in his tent, which occupies a part of the road of his youth. He puts grease in the gears of the old wheels across the road, so that he can repair them and sell them cheaply.. He weighs the carpenter's saw next to him to cover his voice over any other sound and the voice of the stranger, and the blacksmith continues to blow his ball to melt the iron and shape it as he wants. And the stranger is still groaning and bleeding.
The girls cover their feet while they are sitting at the entrances of the tents, waiting for the phone at the end of the night. They come dreaming of the arrival of Abi Al-Fawares, who will kidnap them on the back of his gray mule to wherever he wants. The stream of blood flowing from the head and side of the bleeding stranger does not stop.
Old women accumulate piles of rubbish until they breathe in the smell of its putrefaction, which connects them to the sands of Tal al-Nuaimi without them, so that they can easily recognize it after their tours in the nearby paths, and they never lose their way.. Poultry, geese, ducks, and young chicks crowd the women and girls in the places to sit after they take their baths in the small basins. The rest of the rain Last night to quench the thirst of the deadly heat.
The strange woman walks in the path of Shakhila'a, and she sees the stranger and issues a loud cry, followed by the cries of all the women of the closed tents that open to overlook the accident.
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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