They say it was been built in 1902. I don’t know myself cause I wasn’t there, and I didn’t see any papers telling me what’s the exact date of pulling up that great 15-walled building. Then I may wonder about the difference between 1902 and 1904 or 1917, even 1731. My aunt gives his rocks many touches of affection. Deep and crystal clear ones, even if she usually talks persuasively to her aunties about selling out the house that could bring them millions. That house we both lived in. She gave away her first screams as a just-have-been-born baby thought. I have been born in a house I do not love, and merely went to. She also had been married here; lived with a silly man he had gone after only one year to have another wife. We are living here now. Eating. Watching TV. Laughing and crying; shouting and whispering. Though we used to have birthdays. I stopped holding birthdays since I was only 11. Always He watches and never called for one of his own. Maybe we should think about making a will to our grandsons – if we have some, and if He still stands – to make him a millennium party. But only if I was assured He was there since 1902.
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From the unpublished story The Beholder
Photography By: Muhammad Aladdin
2 comments:
Of course you know how much I love your Echoes...but am really glad that I touched the warmth of the place,although not so close, but the essence is there...thanks for sharing ya Alaa :)
شكرا يا نرنورة
:)
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