رئيس التحرير يكتب : من التراب وإلى التراب يعود .. تحويل جثث الموتى إلى سماد عضوى
رئيس التحرير يكتب : لماذا تصر الحكومة على استمرار شريف أبو النجا رئيسا لمستشفى 57357 رغم الشواهد العديدة على فساده
اقرأ في العدد الجديد ( عدد يناير ٢٠٢٣ ) من جريدة صوت بلادي
Three short stories
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1- A dreamy cloud
The moment the clouds fell on the maritime city, their robe ... and covered it between a nap and a mourning ... and a groan that dispelled the roar of the high waves ...
A pregnant vehicle full of immigrants took off ... a major point on the beach and the bank ... narrowing, narrowing ...
It moves away ... as an ink point moves away from the port, slowly
Nothing remains but eyes pointing to the cities of freedom.
You fall asleep .. you fall into a deep sleep.
I caught a glimpse in the crowd, a woman with eyes wide open, yearning for her wounded, slaughtered country, dire memories arising ... they were storming her ... trying to dispel them with the screams of travelers ... with their laughter while watching them ...
Suddenly the air darkens, the faces frown, and then the calls for help rise.
But there is no escape ring ..
An overload pushes the boat to sink.
As her heart beats faster ..
The boat sinks at sea.
Wake up, holding her pillow, shouting:
How can she recover the dream between his nightmares?
2- A train
He got off the locomotive, waiting for her to come ... and she received him with hugs.
Away from the noise of people, he sat in the waiting room, asked for a cup of coffee to adjust his mood, put the suitcases next to the round table .. tired, his cigarettes fell from his hand .. and his pocket of money fell from his hand ..
Great desires flowing to his heart and mind.
A voice calling from afar:
-I won't let you go, son.
His phone rang for a long time until he was silent.
Afaq did not find his bags ... his wallet and phone ...
While he was breathing the fragments of oppression, hope and dream ...
You haven't come yet ..
She was looking for him ... far away in absence.
3- Another darkness
The gate claps open, the wind hisses between the cracks, wide open the windows are shattered.
The ceiling and the walls have cobwebs.
A miserable table with the wrinkles of the cruel
Papers scattered here and there
Shed in the exhausting autumn of life.
There was nothing left but the specters of a dream lying in his imagination.
And the stories of the grievances of a tired nation that has been thickened by wounds.
Back to the wall.
At that point, Khirbet was stormed by soldiers and asses.
And the dream of return was dashed.
Paper sheet ..
