after the resurrection
One last thing that did not leave my head after the resurrection
At night, on the first day in the capital, Sanaa, 28 years ago, I realized that my father rented a house for us without windows, and I did not care at that time because the door was enough to cross my small body towards the city.
We fell asleep to shorten the night quickly, taking advantage of the fatigue of travel
Tomorrow morning, I woke up to the sound of the television of the owner of the house, who lives on the second and last floor.. I did not know what television was at the time.
Nader woke up and asked him what that sound was?! He heard, then his eyes grew large, and he jogged to remove the cover to put his ear on the door.
He said: Where does this sound come from?!!
I do not know
We slowly opened the door.
We pulled our heads out to see, for nearly five years, at the mouth of the ladder, a child carrying bread and eggs. He said: Who are you?
I'm Raidan and this is Nader, and you?
He said: I am Nable.
Saddam's head peeked out from between two iron bars at the top of the ladder and shouted: Nabell the episode has begun, !
We went up with him uninvited, as curiosity was pushing us unconsciously to know what this episode was, and when we arrived in front of the screen, the astonishment grew and grew in my face, and Nader's in a hysterical manner.... A huge wooden box with a glass in the middle, inside was a cartoon of a very beautiful and yellow-haired girl wearing An elegant outfit and carrying a sword
Saddam cut us off, saying: You don't know Oscar?
We: Oscar??!!
Saddam: This is you ( idiots ) on TV!
We: TV??!!!
Nabil: Yes, TV.. He added that this watch of ten men her father taught her to fight because he did not have a boy with him, and he was silent because we did not turn towards him from the beginning..
Suddenly we heard my mother's frightened scream calling for us, so we hurried and the doors looked similar, and we entered the bedroom to find Nabil and Saddam's father falling asleep in the womb of the mother.
We closed our eyes and turned around, and if Nabil had not directed us to the exit, our hearts would have stopped in horror at the scene we saw and my mother's voice that shook the world..
We went down and as soon as we got to the door, my mother greeted us with a stick in her hand, two hits in the head and another in the butt. As for the rest of the punishment, it was an endless screaming from my mother's throat, which was difficult to silence..
In the coming days, except when we used to ask permission to go up to our new friends’ apartment, every time my mother lost us, she would go straight up with her scratched hand and take us home the same way. In military service, he barely paid the rent and spent on us, so it lasted a lot until the owner of the house got bored of us he would often refuse to open the door for us, and we would return disappointed, howling and yelling: We want TV.
And when my father decided to replace the television by going out to a Street, we forgot to accept this offer and filled our bodies with dirt and the dirt of the city while we were playing with friends we found who agreed to play with them without conditions.
