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From Republic Street, first Faisal

Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets

Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers

and drugs

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The image gradually disappears from the eyes of the viewers, to be replaced by the following.. The difficult moments of birth remain in the memory and the constant groans of the mother during the past nine months.. The eyes weave the features of the new image of a child from whom the wise woman separates the cord connected to the placenta, and the first drops of blood fall from his body to hasten to stop the bleeding with her sterile bandage. And throw the placenta in the trash. The grandmother hurries to embrace it before it sticks to the plastic bottom.

The image disappears, and the grandmother continues her journey towards the ancient spring, carrying the silo of food for her only grandson, whom she named a short while ago, Attiyat Allah, and praised her Lord.

The doctor of the urban health unit grabs the newborn by his feet, lifts them up, and hits him on the seat, causing blood to flow to the brain, making the son of Zaynahem, the daughter of their shop, a lemon seller in Tal Ghaghar, shout loudly. .

The image of the grandmother replaces the previous image until she reaches the shore of the spring and sits on a stone to untie the two tight knots that she tied to prevent water from leaking on her head.

The newborn, the wise woman, Attia Allah, enters into the little robes made by Zainahm, while she is sitting next to her mother in front of the lemon sack in the middle of the neighborhood market throughout the day.

The grandmother, replaced by the ancient spring, hopes that the grandson will return to her every time he comes to hug him to remove his sweat and extinguish the fires of his burning body from the extreme heat when the spring overflows with plenty of goodness and says: Our dear spring, this is our delicious food. And caresses the old man's feet with his calm waves and smiles.

The wise woman brings God's gift closer to his mother's breast so that the colostrum milk that builds bones does not go to waste, so their maiden opens her eyes with joy in the newborn and increases his embrace until he feels the warmth of his mother, so he moves his lips and their maiden goes to sleep so that the newborn follows her.

The grandmother washes her face with the water of the spring and thanks God for the safety of her only daughter, who went into labor while she was sitting next to her in the market. Wadidah the midwife was not successful in giving birth to her, and recommended that their shop transfer her daughter to the urban health unit. Men carry their grooms and groomsmen on the back of a camel’s howdah to quickly reach the health unit in minutes so that their only grooms daughter is not lost.

The grandmother threw the placenta into the hollow of the spring and bid him farewell, so that she would hasten to return to the grandson and the daughter with a meal that satisfies his soul. .

The mother and her daughter ran a caller calling for the children of the lawful and describing to them the descriptions of the dear Atiyatullah, the infant who was lost in the neighborhood of the oasis, whose women were sterilized after the end of the epidemic that visits the village every twenty years.

Their shop said to her daughter: You are young and you will be blessed with someone else to rely on in your incapacity, don't be sad.

The image gradually disappears from the viewer's eyes, and the hall darkens.

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A short story by / Mahmoud Hassan Farghaly

Member of the Writers Union

Member of the Syndicate of Film Professions

mahmoudhassanfarghaly@yahoo.com