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flint meat

From Republic Street, first Faisal

Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets

Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers

and drugs

flint meat

Butterfly workers tighten the pieces of tents between the wooden poles fixed at a length of five hundred meters on the side of the long path in the Oasis of Antilo. The iron hooks hang from every meter to the next to carry the slaughtered rams of two hundred and fifty on each side, which are offered by Sitt Sedqiyyah al-Rayiq as a sacrifice for the Great Feast every year.

Loudspeakers connected to batteries are suspended, carrying the voice of a popular singer repeating: O envious people, the arrows of the envious people break with the air waves before they reach the sacrifices. The sacrifices carry each one of them a ram to hang on his hook, which will stand beside him until he finishes handing it to the last roll to whomever the six Sidqiyyah determines, and the popular singer is still repeating the same section of the song, which was recorded repeating more than a hundred times so that the reckless arrows of the envious do not hit Sedqiyyah, her sacrifices, or one of her close girls .

The workers of the butterfly continue to install the photographic plates covered with transparent crystal of Sitt Sidqiyyah, who is in the company of the elite of the urban community, near and far, to participate in the opening of many charitable projects. People envious people.

Sitt Sedqiyeh's girls' suits, embroidered with sequins scattered on their bright faces, shine brighter as they leave the large tent carrying incense burners that blind the eyes of the envious, so smoke covers the sky of the path so that passers-by do not see where their feet are. Yesterday, Sedqieh looks like a bride on the wedding night.. Serenity covers her face without her old dyes, which always reminds her of the gypsies of Tal Rehana, the place of her birth.. Sedqiyeh turns between her soft fingers the beads of a necklace of precious stones on her low chest in blue to extinguish the flames of envy emanating from the eyes of her envious people, and she continues her rituals that I have been keen on her since she retired and decided to stay away from the lights that bled her eyes. The envious people repeat: Oh God, there is no objection or objection. The lips do not look at the amount of hardship that kept Sedqiyeh away from her art, which she adores. Immediately after leaving him, she fell into a state of depression that lasted for several months.

The saliva of passers-by flooded the road that bears the name of Muhsana Sedqiyyah Al-Rayek, so she hastened to distribute the whiffs before the flood, and started with the cleaners, so she gave each one a roll weighing two pounds, and they left the place for the people of the neighborhood and the neighboring neighborhoods to race to get their share of ram meat and choose the best for the young butchers to throw the remains and bones to the herds of dogs that She crowded looking with gratitude and intense love for the lady who does not leave the occasion of extending her hand to the young before the old, so supplication for her is not interrupted throughout the year.

Sedqiyeh turns her back on the envious people and proceeds, so their stomachs howl in grief for what they missed of her gifts, and their blue eyes hit the wooden pillars after they are empty of rams’ meat, so they fall to leave the place. The voice of the popular singer is still repeating through the speakers on the ground: O envious people, in the heart of the flint of the meat of the lady Sidqiyeh Al-Raik.

A short story by / Mahmoud Hassan Farghaly

Member of the Writers Union

Member of the Syndicate of Film Professions

mahmoudhassanfarghaly@yahoo.com