META PLATFORMS WOMEN

Deal

"The gifted sees the main point and leaves the rest as surplus."

Thomas Carlyle

_good morning

Do you want to salute her?

_why not?

_ she wants to snatch me from you, kidnap your husband in front of your eyes?

_Don't worry, she just wants to hire you?

_do you agree?

_why not? ! The amount you offer is more than enough

_ Aren't you jealous?

_Than ? ! I know she doesn't want you, she's going to sleep with you for days to keep her husband

_This is what I pretend to refuse

_I sympathize with her goal, and she will make up for you

But you don't know my purpose

I know your goal

_What is it?

To obtain the fruit of her body that was forbidden to you fifteen years ago

_ Did you know?!

Ablution

"Among the signs of generosity is mercy, and among the signs of meanness is cruelty".

Anton D'Angelo

The infant cries in the loudest tone to writhe, his tender feet clench to his stomach, then flatten out, hitting the ground like a fish forced out of the sea.

His old grandmother was busy performing ablution in order to prepare for the evening prayer, contemplating it as if she was in front of a scene in a boring television series, she did not care about screaming.

The grandmother leaves him on the mat and prepares to pray, "God is great, God is great." The child's screams rise, he turns on his face, the grandmother sighs, abandons the evening prayer, and adjusts the child's position as if she is turning over a sack of rice.

widowhood

"Lust is not only the desire for the body.

Rather, it is on a similar scale, "the desire for honor."

Milan Kundera

The black color is eating her body, her swollen eyelids are swallowing her eyes, her mouth is covered with a bomb ready to explode, her slender hand with bulging veins moves on her little forehead, she is stung by the intense heat that brutally cooks her little body, screaming at her eldest son

_ Mahmoud.. Borrowed from our neighbor's husband, who is standing in the "Al-Burhan Pharmacy", an antibiotic tape 500

_ my Pants ripped a nail at work

She hits her chest with her left hand and her right hand over her little forehead

_You waste a hundred pounds, pay it for the price of the pants so that you can earn twenty pounds?

_ You promised me that when I passed the middle school certificate, you would buy me fashionable jeans

The mother muttered several words of heartbreak and pain, then sighed

_Tell your sister to go

_no..; Our neighbor's husband is harassing her, and I and my father's mercy if he does her again, I will kill him

_ I mean, we let your brother die of colic

_No... take my wages and get a doctor

Your wages for a week will not be enough for the doctor's wages

_We take him to the general hospital

We live in a village and the hospital is six kilometers away; Bring a bottle of vinegar from the kitchen to anoint his body with it. It might reduce the temperature

two ladies meeting

"Women hate everything that is divisible."

Anis Mansour

I met her in the ladies' bathrooms when she came in for me to adjust the veil that moved from my hair, always freeing a tuft of chestnut fluttering on my face, which infuriated my husband, I did not expect this scene in the bathroom, I saw a woman on the bathroom floor with blood flowing like a river between her thighs.

She smokes a cigarette indifferently, I bent down on it and my body is shaking from the situation that surprise him since the beginning of the forced dinner with my husband's manager, I shook her

_" I'm calling emergency?"

She shook her head in refusal

_"Do you want any help?"

She sticks out a cigarette from the box that lies between her lumped breasts like two bowling balls and gives it to me, I took it from her even though I had never smoked in my life... But seeing the woman swimming in a torrent of blood that still flows from her while she smokes without pain or complaint with a face brimming with an absurd smile made me change all my beliefs… I sat next to her, I contemplate the dark threads of blood. She lit me a cigarette with her silver lighter that sings a snippet of Mozart's funeral melody. I started to cough with every breath. I imagined the sight of my husband waiting for me with his rival at the table of food that I would not eat.

_"are you a mother?"

_ "No, she answered with a sigh"

She held the smoke in her lungs for two minutes

_You have to be. When you become a mother, you will have a new taste, like a fruit. When it ripens, it becomes more beautiful and its taste becomes sweeter. By the way, you are beautiful. And she said as she contemplated the detailed threads of my body, I smiled at her compliment. Little by little, my smile turned into disgust at my situation.

_Beauty may be a curse, not a blessing

She took a deep breath, and almost swallowed a cigarette, feeling that she wanted to burn her ring with this cigarette and not smoke it.

_"Leave this misery to me"

I didn't understand what she was saying, but I thought about her question, why haven't I become a mother yet, even though I've been married for three years? For three years I see one face, my husband's, I hear his whistled tone of voice, I talk to the same evil eyes, I serve the same sour foods, the apartment is as quiet as a grave, everything in it is shrouded in silence, Everything is fixed in place, as if I am in the city of the dead, when I go to buy something new, I stop by the toys section, I try it, it makes me feel cheerful and energetic, but everything leaves me when the seller shouts at me

_ "How old is your son?"

me and her

A woman is like this desert that stretches before you forever

It looks barren, ruthless and desperate, but its depths hide magic, secrets, kinship and life.

Discovering it requires patience and experience.

Ibrahim Al-Koni

she

His hand hit her bare chest, he deliberately touched him, pressed him, and found him hard and virginal as two large ivory balls, and his body lit up like a cigarette that was burning in her mouth, she puffed smoke in his face, he coughed a cough that increased the flames of his body. The satin scarf fell from above her hair, and her thick black hair spread over her shoulders like a sudden eclipse of the sun, his soft veil covering her eyes, shielding her from the kindling of his demonic lust. He embraced her, as if in front of a treasure he had not discovered until now. her soft waist, her buttocks heavy as layers of velvet), he tried to lay her down, but she kicked him with her strong legs in the sensitive area, writhing in pain. People turned around, heard her relief, broke the door, and found him piled under the desk, writhing in pain and blood dripping from him, and the chair was broken next to him.

She covered her hair with a scarf and tied it at the bottom of her neck

_ This is a man.. n..a........ on.... with.. I..z..

What a bad day, I tried to stand up after I fell, but I couldn't, as if the earth was pulling me violently, my knees hurt from the many bruises that I trimmed, I feel so ashamed that I can't turn around for fear that something I imagined might happen, and someone standing saw the hernia Which shows a circular section of the dome of my penis that is forbidden to my sex until now, I was intending to change my underwear when I accidentally saw the hernia while I was wearing outdoor clothes, but when I looked at the watch, I found it approaching eight, so I remembered Manager's warning

_"If you are late again, I will apply the list to you and deduct a day from your salary."

Then I don't even have time to change it, don't worry; It'll be hidden under my underwear until I get back

She

I went to him, as usual, to help him transport sacks of sugar and rice from the store to the store until he hid them from the inspection campaigns, in exchange for that she takes her wages in advance (ten pounds, a kilo of rice, and a pack of super cigarettes), but this time they did not have enough time, so the grocer had to close the door of the shop for them so that the supplied campaign went, and she found herself trapped in the store with the grocer, he gave her a cigarette, as usual, she smiled reassuringly, it is the same The man she had been with for years, he approached her, lit a cigarette for her, his hand hit her chest like a bear's chest.

Alzheimer

Game

"In our lives there are areas that should remain in the dark."

And woe, all woe to him who shines the spotlight on it with his own hands."

Mohamed Abdel Halim Abdullah

_Since this is your last day with me, and you are going to live with your father tomorrow, I would like to make it a special day for both of us, how about we play together?

_ Mama, I'm busy packing my bag, I don't have time

_ You get mad at me again, I'm not the one who made the laws

_ It's not what I think, but I'm confused about which things to take with me and which to leave?

_ Will your bag fit our memories together, your first time to school, you're clinging to the tail of my dress as I handed you over to the teacher, the first time I hold your little hand and put the yellow pencil between your thin fingers to teach you your name, the name of the man who was associated with you as a father

_ "Why did they refuse to write you in my name? Why does this man who banished you from his life have the right to stigmatize you with his name ring?"

I learn you my name first. This was our common secret away from personal status laws. Can your suitcase accommodate your great sadness, and you ask about your grandmother's disappearance as her bed became empty?

"I went up to the sky, there is no injustice."

Will you carry in your bag the chair you used to sit in with your friend, Her red bow knot? Will you hide your anxiety in the pocket of your bag When I saw a strange man sitting next to me, others laughed with him

_"I want you to think of me as your father."

You withdrew in silence, I ran behind you, I found your face buried in your pillow, crying muffled tears, I hugged you, I held your feet that kicked me in my chest while you were still clinging to the pillow, I grabbed it and kissed you between your eyes

_"You are my only man"

try to understand

"Our minds are big stores."

We have to empty her of worries every once in a while. "

Bertrand Russell

I am falling into the deep past, or perhaps I am trying to escape from it to the future

_ Be careful, madam, you put your feet on the dirt while you are barefoot, beware of the tongue of the dead man; It becomes like a thorn, it is said that if it sticks into the foot of any person, it will paralyze it

_Do not fear your task is easier than this. You just have to indicate where it is

_I can't pinpoint the exact location, the dirt is all the same color

_ But it does not have a single smell, "a thousand pounds, to determine The soil of my father's body." My father is alone

_ Let me try, I might succeed

_ How much, how much, does it weigh?

_Your father passed away years ago, here are those whose corpse weighs one gram is one gram, and there are those whose corpse represents tons.

Just get enough of him to make his face

_Hassan…this bag contains three handfuls of his soil

thirst.. huff ...fondness

"Victory over the weak...defeat."

Aesop

_You know the decision that made you sick, and you obeyed and hit yourself with a sensitive scale in the middle of your store? Who will remain?

"Fathia" sat crumpled on the sidewalk in front of Ibrahim's grocery store. She bent over her skinny legs like sticks that ooze blood, wrapping scraps of red and black cloth around her body, stripping her body, contemplating the bruises on her body. in street corners; The door to her vision was blocked by the shattered glass of the facade of the "Queen of Photography", which until yesterday represented a temple in which she worshiped, in front of his image, which she now sees torn and scattered everywhere like dry autumn leaves. In the dust, her eyes returned to Hajj Ibrahim, who as soon as she saw him coming, ran to receive him, her green eyes shining like the eyes of a wounded cat who had just come out of a fierce battle.

He looked at the laces around her legs, then at her chestnut hair that shaded the scar that occupies the left corner of her forehead from an old fire; She was the only survivor of her family

_ We've become King of God

Lifting the rusty door of the store, the shelves crowded with imported products, including canned food, sweets, cigarettes...,

His chubby body was cramped on his chair behind his desk

_ I wonder," Fathia", what do you want today?

_ thirst..huff..fondness

the beautiful

"Good imagination is not used to escape reality, but to create it."

Colin Wilson

I hate school, I hate my father, more than I hate teachers; Because he drags me in the cold, and all the way throws instructions in my face

_"Keep your eyes on the teacher, memorize everything he says, imitate him for everything exactly."

After I return, he enters my room and locks the door with the key from the outside.

_ You are in high school, all my money is wasted on the tuition fees that you spend every month.

I'm trapped in the four walls, the Arabic teacher comes in, the physics teacher comes out, and so on, I sit back to recall heaps of words, breathes, and harassment.

I stack the books in a vertical position, and then I don't like the arrangement, I scatter them, and then I stack them in a horizontal position and then scatter them again.

I hold the geology book, I close my eyes as soon as my eyes fall on the earthquake and volcano lesson, I open my eyes and find myself sleeping over the elector physics class, I close the books, and then I spin around the room like a wasp, I see all the books spinning around with me as if they are running behind me, you want to catch my breath, I run quickly until I feel Nausea, I fell unconscious over the scattered books.

fossils

"Everything has already been said, but since no one is listening

We have to repeat everything from the beginning."

Andre Good

When I saw the bulldozer digging the street of the bakery, from which I buy twenty loaves a day, what should I do? Will I go back without bread for any then will you blame my grandmother, who considers buying bread humiliating and dishonorable, fading like a frightened child, I don't know another way to another bakery, I asked a short man who was contemplating the excavations, he described the way to another bakery nearby, but I stopped, they are the man to leave He bumped into me next to him

_Are you still watching? You will lose your share of bread

I confessed to him that I had a car phobia, and he donated to accompany me to the beginning of the street, I stuck to him, I began to twist with him, turn right, turn with him, turn left, turn with him as if I were tied to him by an invisible thread.

He was my guide through this dinosaur of cars of all sizes and types, I remained like this As if I am in a maze for the first time I cross this road, suddenly the man disappeared as if he was made of shadows... It seems that he deliberately lost me, as I do not see a bakery, my mother will worry about me, my sisters are starving, I clutch in fright with both hands over ten pounds, I turn left and right, looking for Someone, I ask, but I don't see anyone

The pedestrians disappeared from that frightening street devoid of shops and dwellings, and even dogs barking, I hear nothing but the turbulent beats of my fry inside this terrible silence.

Private lesson

"How can I wait for the rain if I don't plant ?"

JK Chesterton

He sits in the middle on a straw mat, his arched legs squatted in a crooked semicircle, and he forces us to sit in circular arcs which he draws for us with chalk.

He holds a soft olive stick in his hand and looks at the task schedule that he hangs on the wall. He can't see. Furthermore, he picks up a kerosene lamp, a number ten with a glass cover, and then asks us about the day.

_ It's Friday

_ Today is the day of reciting the Noble Qur'an

Hustle and bustle occur among the Muslim students, and their murmurs rise, and their words are cut short

_ We did not memorize verses from 1:20, Take an exam for us in the Arabic language and leave the religion.

It's the day when the professor is more strict, he notices the girl sitting next to me talking to her friend in a frightened voice

_Here we hear Surah Nuh

glimpse them

_ What's wrong with you girl, why do you turn left and right like a thief?

Responds to her colleague who is trying to clear herself

_ She is not ready to recite the verses

poked her with a stick in her chest;The stick touches the fruits of her raw breasts, So he feels embarrassed

he speaks to all

_ Sit in front of the soap operas for hours but come to listen to the surah and pinch as if I am a snake biting you

Mercy

"Tears do not recover the lost or the lost, and

they do not perform miracles.

All the tears of the earth cannot carry a small boat that accommodates two parents looking for their lost child.

Che Guevara

She puts her baby girl in a carton next to the bathrooms that she cleans, she takes off her blue velour cloak for fear of being stained with feces, and she enters the male students' bathroom attacked by a thick, putrid smell that irritates her guts. Now she has become a cradle for her infant daughter, who plays with a plastic ball like a puppy. She remembers all the purchases that she must have. The flabby cleaner who hires her for a modest fee to work for her, spotted her, while she is free to sell sweets and chips to the students. She screamed at her as she pulled her from behind.

_ "I use you for money, Faryal, so that you help me and do not sit around flirting with your daughter. Work, mother, you and your daughter leave."

_ Present, Umm Ahmad, I was breastfeeding the girl before my body became defiled with the filth of the bathroom

_ no chatter, finish your job quickly because the beholder is angry with me

_ Present

She grabbed the bucket, the mop, and the scarf, went into the bathroom, clamped down on herself, and resisted the stench. It remained for a few seconds. She felt nauseous. She vomited. Furthermore, she is worried about her infant daughter being trapped in a carton, and her other daughter being trapped in the house with her addicted father.

spinster and blind

"The fishermen know that the sea is dangerous, and the storm is severe."

But they never thought these dangers were reason enough to stay ashore."

Van Gogh

_How can two virgin girls live alone?

I did not regret that I gave up the idea of marrying her, I did not deny their accusations of homosexuality, and I did not get angry when they called me a lesbian, all of this is nothing in front of her interest in me (despite her losing her sight) I live with her more than I sit in the house of my father and his wife, Her care for my feelings filled my heart The dark area in which my memories with my mother were buried, I decided to settle down with her permanently and that I would piss on all the traditions that force me to live with hated characters, even if they were my family, I would face this monster incarnate in the image of traditions that devour my village.

circumcision

"Let mediocrity circulate until it becomes ordinary."

Then palatable, then wanted."

- Noam Chomsky

In the farthest room of the house, a dark, secluded room, without a single window, and a thatched roof in which hung a nine-watt bulb with a faint yellow light like a fraying candle on a windy winter's night, the woman slipped away with her daughter looking left and right, looking for something to sit on, nothing but A corroded, dusty mat stained with drops of black blood on all sides. The woman indicated to them to sit.

The girl sat on her mother's lap, frightened, shivering at the sight of that woman who looks like a butcher in her robes stained with drops of blood that penetrated into the fabric and became an integral part of the faded colors of the robes. I tried to get rid of My fear, "All the girls of the village have happened to what I will do now, and my mother promised me that it was a small piece of the tip of his blade."

In order to pass the time until I was prepared for the sacrifice, I decided to occupy myself with counting the number of spots of blood scattered in every part of her cloak.

I felt disgusted. How many girls other than me sucked their pureblood in this filthy robe.

To a scalpel, one press of her prickly finger and her devilish fingernails can tear my flesh easily, our eyes met, she couldn't identify her features, she didn't draw your attention unless you bumped into her in a crowded street, then she would swear at you with the most terrible insults, I noticed her whistling voice

_ We are trying to improve your beauty from below; So that your future husband won't be disgusted by your hanging clitoris

_ Who is this?

_your future husband

_I am 12 years old

Then she smiled a malicious smile, and her gums empty of teeth appeared, except for some fangs and molar roots that had been worn out by rot.

Chapter 1 - thirst …huff… fondness

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