gypsy worlds
65
Oh beautiful
From Republic Street, first Faisal
Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets
Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers
and drugs
Oh beautiful
Oh, my beauty.. Oh, my beauty.. Saber Zakharia's screams fill the middle desert space of the departure of his camel, Sabaa al-Waha, to the world of annihilation.
Sabaa al-Waha was and still is close to the heart of his companion, Saber Zakhariyeh, after the latter’s reluctance to marry and start a small family. In finding a bride for him from the gypsy daughters.. I left him alone facing his difficult life in the heart of Ghajar Al-Zayyada hill in the central desert, and Saber Zakharia did not seek a mate for him again, contenting himself with his care for the seven-faced camel who was born when Saber reached the age of majority.
Saber fed his young camel, watered it, and cleaned it daily until he was out of the collar. He used to clean his body, morning and evening, from the dirt attached to it from the traces of loads that he constantly moved from one neighborhood to another throughout the day.
Saber, the son of Zakhariya, unites with the strong, patient camel, Seven of the Oasis, so the people of the oasis believe that the elves who wear seven nights of the night are close to the elves whose path companion wears Saber, which called them to permanent dialogue day and night and openly. In the wages that do not meet the needs of Saber Zakharia and Sabaa Al-Waha, from whom diseases afflicted him until they prevented him from moving, so Saber came to him at the veterinary from the neighboring city.
On one of the days of the disappearance of the sun from view, the time has come for the departure of Sabe' Al-Waha, who unleashed his tears of grief over his separation from his old companion, Saber Zakharia.. He will leave him alone as his mother Zakharia left him before.
Saber did not expect the departure of Samira and a friend of seven years old before him, so his feelings froze, locked up, drawn on his face, and he fell silent, the ghosts of the neighborhood moved around hiding the body of the rich man, so Saber lost consciousness and fell over the grave of Seven Al Waha, and he did not wake up until the evening of the next day, so he woke up and kept looking for his camel and screaming In the loudest voice: Oh, my beauty.. Oh, my beauty.
Ham Saber, born Zakharia on his face in the desert, not caring about its fierce monsters due to his absence of mind.
It was said, and the narrator is entrusted that the son of Zachariah Saber fell in love with one of the daughters of the elves, so she took him to their world after making sure that he had completely disappeared from the paths of the wide central 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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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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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
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