gypsy worlds

127

Samra's way

From Al-Jumhuriya Street, which is blocked by Al-Shaheed School on one side, and overlooking on the other side the sewage pumping station of Ard Al-Lawa and Kafr Tohormos, the first of Faisal.

Between Sharif and Saudi Al-Sanadili Streets

Corona time, fireworks and firecrackers

and drugs

Samra's way

Jensh Nawi Al Qalel fills the twenty pots of water from the Sabil Samra Nahinih and puts them under the umbrella made of palm leaves that he made throughout the last season to protect him from the strong summer sun and sits. Those who keep stealing pottery pots and selling them in the old pottery market so that Hajja Samra Nahanih will not scold him and deduct part of his daily wages as a punishment for his failure to protect the path that passes passers-by on their long rugged path along the desert that extends along the desert of the Tigers to increase its good deeds or build for it a palace in Paradise as it used to be Her mother, Hajja Obeida, does with Nawi Awkali, Gensh's father.

The water-carriers come in for the sake of its fatness, so the camel's limbs are suspended and its eyes blind so that it does not faint from the frequent rotation around the axis of the large circle gear whose teeth are connected to the teeth of the gear circle of the hoppers. He puts it in the hands of Jensh Nawi, who in turn transfers it to the hand of Samra Nahinih, who is not satisfied with the performance of the fainted camel spinning with gears and lagging, complaining of the lack of income, then waving to deduct part of Jensh’s daily if he is lazy. Around the water, Jenn Nawi re-arranges them in ranks according to the priority of attendance, and sometimes to the priority of the quarrelsome and the most powerful, so that Jensh does not lose his work with Samra.

Jensh puts his eyes in the center of his head, drives away the little ones with a loud voice from the way out, curses their fathers and grandfathers, the gypsies, then returns to his work until the last waterskin.

Genesh Nawi hurried to the canopy to catch his breath and run after the young gypsies to keep them away from stealing his shorts so that he would not be harmed by it.

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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