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crane

From Republic Street, first Faisal

Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets

Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers

and drugs

crane

The snow caresses the face of the crane, embroidered with red, dancing in its high jumps, tapping its long feet, flapping its white wings, and when it touches them, it comes to the darkness of the night.

The burgundy color drinks to its intoxication and says: Five paths lead to the heart, where I live and the crane.. The girl and the bird unite when they sit in the foreground, and behind them they remain motionless with their long neck and smooth drooping feathers. Small ice balls fall until they reach the ground, then they explode and scatter on the faces of those seated around the yawning eyes.

Karima Raayaan came from the vast south of the desert colored with yellow death at the confluence of the ocean with the salt sea, and she took off her old robe, but she still loves the south, the first path that leads to her heart.

Karima raised the glass to touch her lips, and her eyes woke up when she heard my arrival from the heart of the south of the Lesser Desert, and she said: I have experienced all the races of the world, and I only liked the south of the heart of the heart of the Lesser Desert. The light of the foreground, and the faces are colored with heavy black shadows, when he loses his young stars, so the faces get lost, and neither of us recognizes the other.

The lights, made small, came from the back, depicting the silhouette of the crane and Karima Ra’ayaan, who went tired of drinking the north of the north, the second path leading to her heart, as he is able to transport her to her beautiful world when the features of the tents lose poetry and the faces of the father, mother, and besieged brothers, and she sets out to draw a small house with one of those sitting around her in front of the crane. .

Karima came in the company of many girls from the far south seeking knowledge in the institutes of the metropolises of the Seven Mountains, which meant the East, the third path that is beloved to the girl’s heart, which sometimes tires her to look at the opposite side, the fourth path that the heart yearns for to increase its release and break the ties of the deep past that perches on her chest.. The beautiful woman breathes very deeply as the tenth cup ends.

Karima begins to drink the next cup and looks up, where the bird looks, and the people hovering around them fall one by one to return to their rooms bearing their numbers in the hotel. A general flirting with ice balls with his face, and flapping his snow-white wings, bringing to our ears the sound of kr..kr.. cream.. kr.. kr..karki.

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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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