Bygone stations! Short story

Bygone stations!

Short story

 

By Alham Issa 

He said goodbye to his comrades and then went up to drive his car it was three o'clock after midnight, the place was filled with silence enveloped by a fog covered with cannon smoke, dispelled by the whiz of bullets and the sounds of explosions, despite the darkness of the sky .. He wrapped his body with wishes to return safely .. His car seats remained inflamed with his hot breath .. He snapped his fingers, took a deep breath, and then inhaled .. In a hurry, he took out a pocket bag that his mother gave him after she made it with her hand on the day he graduated from junior high .. She represented to him a fortress and a safe haven .. A part of the book of God was placed in it, which was his lifeline in time of trouble .. He learns with all the knowledge that he opens it, recites some verses of the wise dhikr, and then repeats with himself some manologistic phrases expressing what he concocts .. He then closes his bag and is seen kissing his mother's fingers in a hurry ..

Open the car's Tablo and take out the bag of vintage municipal tobacco .. He felt a lot of sadness as he remembered the traces of his father painted on his remains .. When he harvested the tobacco crop in the village and how he prepared it to be clean and free of impurities .. Until the traces of acupuncture seemed to be present in his tobacco roll after he wrapped it in a hurry and inhaled his father's breath rising from the smoke of his cigarette to block the view of the scary road about which stories of fierce monsters are told, he was afraid that it would come from his right or North .. Then he picked up his mobile phone to view the photo of his family, where he put it on the screen, she is always with him, never leaving a trip and a trip was like a balm to him to calm his splendor and his heartbeat returns regularly ..  He whispered, ' wait for me, Are we going to the beach?' 

Mary, I'm going to bring you the drawing tools so that you don't tread on the sand again and keep your drawings .

As for you, Omar, we will throw your silver ball together and play for you to win and realize your dream as a star in the football game . 

Ilya Oh, Ilya, I bought you a thousand and one nights ' sleep and tales of how you impress me with the success of your mind, the depth of your thinking, your love of reading and your passion for writing .you will become a famous writer in the future..

 

Tears rolled down his eyes, burdened by the clouds of shame on his face, and then he tried in vain to lift the cloud of sadness on his chest .. Perhaps the threads of hope will bring him back again and twist his rough body to settle on his hot gasps that fly from his mouth .. Although they are grunts, they were not the last in the fleeting or bygone stations of the age ..

 

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(The magic of receiving and entering the story is an advanced feature)

 

Past stations,,,,, by Ilham Issa from Syria                                                                                                                              

 

The title platform was chosen verbally by the creator, and in Rai criticism has become bigger than what was limited and defined by his fantasies ،

Thinking that she is perfect and fits the standard of beauty that haunts him

This is the assumption of every creator when the intense moment of creation of the story in question comes . Where he marks his point and shows his pursuit of its lines in order to acquire the textual structure and body and the hidden spirit, splendor and Supreme meaning...

(Past stations) to inspire Isa the well-known Syrian story .Her artistic experience along the line of her existence ..

Yes, the story attracts you first and any product

You intend to receive attractive magic from him, even the view of a palm tree if he comes across you, an architecture, a meadow of flowers, a luxury car, a corner of a mountain, a bus cloud, lightning, and everything up to the novel and poem

 The movie, The Grasshopper and the deer 

And by this we mean the first qualitative shift, or the first sensory shift

In which your position changes and you take your hand to drag you from the rectangle of your block to the rectangle of the block of the text in question . And here's the puzzling puzzle 

How the text got into you ..؟ And by the forces creeping up on you, you are the whole collective self at the moment ...؟

Did he talk to you or confused with lips that convinced you ...؟

Yes, it's the power of art .The spirit of the product or the strength of the assets of the structure and the effectiveness of the purpose and necessity for which it was created. 

Every creature, regardless of its type and gender, must have a necessity and a creative cunning that prompted it to revive or exist

The meaning of his creations and for that he created ..

The story (stations ) receives the same law because it is a creature that descended from the flock of its owner .To dictate the existential space for which he came..

 The creator took care of him to complete .

This is the law of the existence of Arts and creativity with the passage of eons, epics, stories, poetry, and others have remained, except for the fact that I am an existential motive .

First of all, the Standard place and time is somewhere in a car after midnight ،

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(He said goodbye to his comrades and then went up to drive his car , it was three o'clock after midnight, the place was filled with silence wrapped in a dull fog with cannon smoke, dispelled by the whiz of bullets and the sounds of explosions despite the darkness of the sky )

I lit the scene with the same dynamism of action and thinking . She creates and strives for her realistic scene. Namely, a fighter who has received a vacation and came from the line of defense of the Fatherland ..But the creator always includes and indicates the beauty of beauty, so he decided to tell fantasies about the hero of the story, How to summon his thoughts and manifestations of his soul, how to present him, how to delay, pamper his children, distribute his affection and gifts to them both by his fraud and instinct .

This is a creation and a human mood that is presented by the story ( stations ) as a general quotient for every human being currently, past or future . So it is an inclusive university in terms of meaning and artistic significance 

It is the breath of a fighter who carries his potential, his hopes and what has become of him

The circumstance is to paint the picture brightly and tastefully to remain an example with the timeless phenomenon that immortalized art ..

 

(Wait for me, we'll go to the beach, Maryam, I'll get you drawing tools so that you don't step on the sand again and keep your drawings, but you, Omer, we'll Meet Your Silver Ball together , and play so that you win and realize your dream as a star in the football game 

Ilya, Oh, Ilya, I bought you a thousand and One Nights, how you impress me with the success of your mind, the depth of your thinking, your love of reading and your passion for writing, you will become a famous writer in the future ) 

 

Of course, art is a performer who assumes his ability to place and self..

Perhaps the readiness of the creator's tool is able to create and accomplish the distribution of that hidden hormonal to take up its task and become a force stored in the pockets of time .Or a reference back to her when necessary 

We often hear about the Arts how they ignited great revolutions before the politician played them

There has never been a political movement or a revolution.And the artist Mada had a hand before him.According to maramat

The story (stations ) at ham is a story with a very conscious social emotional emotional content

In it, The Storyteller was keen on the sensitivity of tracing the trace and risking the image of the creature and its interesting visions.

If we go back to what we have shown, how the output drags the recipient from his cold place to a hot place in the text .We say that every product that creates Yes creates hot that has never cooled down . When the recipient grabs the buttonhole and opens a door, the spirit of the text gives you a ton of high fever and action abilities that control you immediately and eventually .So you become attracted to it, and this is a striking aesthetic proof that methodological theories are used, and as our corporate approach is to explain

These are the attraction or qualitative shift between the recipient and the text and how the ongoing transformation spontaneously enters

To the extent that the recipient becomes the text and the text is the recipient.And do not differentiate between them

The two physical masses become

The necessity of one legal block

And peace..  

 

                                    A.Hamid Amber Al-khuwaildi

                                  Literal criticism of Iraq