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The black caravan

From Republic Street, first Faisal

Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets

Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers

and drugs

The black caravan

The blindfolded man wakes up and sees nothing but the darkness surrounding him on all sides.. He tries to stand in his place, and he collides with bodies flopping into each other.. He penetrates the closely knit human masses until he faces the wooden walls.. He puts his hands, feeling their dimensions, and he is stung by the flames of the sun’s rays stored inside the large wooden box lined With perforated sheet metal for the entry and exit of air, he retreats back to be pushed by the others, so he sticks again to the wall that is grilling his face.. He retreats, pushing with his remaining strength the bodies behind him.. Everyone groans, and none of them utters a word until the place, time, and event become clear.

Place . . A big black box, one of the blindfolded people could not determine its length, width or even depth because of the intense crowding..the movement of the box begins..doubt..doubt..doubt..it comes out of its first point..chuck..ch..it stands at the junction of the Sahara desert In the middle, which blindfolded people recognize through their ears, which got lost in the flood of crowded human voices, and the overlapping of the voices of camels that pull boxes with the rest of the herds of cattle that are not silent.

time. . All the time.. chuck.. chuck.. chuck..

  The journey begins..the tires collide with some stones embedded in the soft sand, so that the wooden boxes lined with sheet metal move forward and the bodies back in his heart from the intensity of the launch..the first blindfolded man returns to his coma to float to his memory of the reason for his fall in the belly of the black box, a lover of traveling to the south .

The event: .. the first man rebelled against his condition in terms of stillness to movement, and the wife warned him of the dire consequences of this heinous act, but he did not listen and crossed the limits set for him, so he took the first step of movement to nothingness, so the officials of stillness decided to exile him to their far oasis in which it is not allowed to issue any The sound of living beings.

Chuck..chk..chk..the box continues its march towards the south, so the first man wakes up to recognize the second man who is clinging to his shoulder and tells him why he is next to him in this place.

The black box hits a huge iron crossbar embedded in the heart of the sand, warning of the explosives buried in the sand, so the blindfolded people shudder and shake from the severity of the impact, so they stop drawing the forest of their chatter that filled the place, and silence prevails until the track of the boxes pulled by exhausted camels is modified..the voices are restored. The blindfolded hold their eyes together, and they continue their acquaintance party, and the voices become louder, mixing with the loudest voice.. Chuck.. Chuck.. Chuck..

   The hours pass, and the tongues are exhausted, which returns to stillness.. The black boxes travel a thousand kilometers until they stop to open their doors in the middle of the night, so the blindfolded people are transported to the well-sealed boxes of the wagons, which are painted black from the inside, so that the blindfolded do not feel alienated during their transfer to the remote, deaf oasis of officials .

Left.. left.. left.. The train, with its many boxes, heads to the north to bring the new guests of the oasis, and to continue its permanent journeys.

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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