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Al-Usta with the Falankah

From Republic Street, first Faisal

Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets

Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers

and drugs

Al-Usta with the Falankah

Amer, Ould Abd al-Barr, stood at the complex of roads leading to all the paths of the Lesser Desert, weeping, and his tears fell in rivers after he lost all his family in the fire that broke out in the strange caravan when it landed to catch its breath from the hardship of constant travel. The fires of her stove to settle the food of the young, because of their crying, extended their tongues to the stirrups of the camels to devour all the members of the tribe.

The hearts of the people of Darb Tal Nahirah softened, so they surrounded the little boy with kindness and kindness, with food, drink, clothes, and the night in the tent of strangers, shrouded in space.

Many days passed for Amer, and he was not able to count them until God blessed him with the mother of Hamo, who bid farewell to her son Hamo years ago to work on the ship he gave to Lamo in the Salt Sea, and the ship did not return after its departure ten years ago.

Umm Hamo was happy with the provision that God had sent to her, so she embraced him inside her tent, and one day he would be a support for her in her old age after she adopted him, and all the people of the neighborhood testified to that.

The little boy grew stronger, so he offered his mother, Umm Hamo, to work as a boy for their neighbor, Abdou Amrin the blacksmith. She took him out of the world after her son, Hamo, and his servant answered her request.

Amer learned the basics of the profession at the hands of Abdo Amrin, and he was known at the beginning as the little Beleh, until he became one of the records who work in the workshop, and he had a young boy who called him Blah, but Amer decided to keep the nickname Blah after him, so he never left him and added the Flankaah to him because he was coming from the neighboring farmers of the desert The youngest, or as it was said in some narrations, after he forgot himself as one of the sons of the nomadic gypsies.

Al-Usta Belih Al-Falnkah loved experimenting in blacksmithing and iron smelting, and he was known for that among the people of the hills of the Lesser Desert and those passing through it from north to south and vice versa, until his reputation spread and his fame filled the horizons.

Umm Hamo was very happy with her son, who was no longer young, and sought with all her powers to betroth to him a worthy bride, so that she would be happy with his children, and more precious than a child is a child.

Umm Hamo saw the desire to monopolize the husband in the eyes of all the girls she met whom she wanted to betroth to her son, with him, so she did not settle on a specific one until his date, and she continued her search for a bride who would be satisfied with staying with her under the roof of her tent with her son, who ensured that she was renewed after the sides were torn. And the roof.. Hamo's mother will not lose her second son, as she lost Hamo, who was lost with Attia Lemo's boat.

Umm Hamo heard about the daughter of Abdou Amreen, whom Haniyeh, Abdou’s wife, kept away from El-Ayoun after she retired from leaving the tent at the age of eight. Haniyeh gave her a period to present the matter to Abdo Amrin, and if he agreed, she would set a date for Amer's sermon and gift.

Amer waited hotly for the approval decision, after his heart flew to describe his mother to the beautiful Hadiya. After a few days, Haniyeh reported the news of approval to Umm Hamo, to fill the neighborhood with her endless ululations, morning and evening, to inform all the people of her son Amer’s engagement to Hadiya Bint Abduh Amrin, the most beautiful young girl in the desert, who will be residing. With her under the roof of her tent, with her son, what is the felicity?

Amer's mind flew with joy, so he installed a water pump that did not conform to the specifications to block the water nozzle that flowed from the well to the motor, which led to the motor stopping and burning.

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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