Diary
From this reality I came .. poverty and misery! Ahmed Seif Hashed(3)
My diary.. from the details of my life
(3)
From this reality I came .. poverty and misery!
Ahmed Seif Hashed
The inhabitants of our countryside are poor in general, and some of them are destitute, living in hardship and misery and in many places… They toil and toil from the dawn of God until sunset, for a decent living that they earn with their hard work and sweat.. The hard-to-find livelihood in our mountains is hard to come by, and it bleeds hearts and nails.
Our mountains are rugged and lofty, and their mud is few and dear.. Trees overcome thirst and thirst, and the roots of sidr, bramble and “also” make a patient and defiant path to rock and mountain.. It is the struggle with their destiny and their desperate and victorious challenge.
Agriculture is seasonal, and most of the seasons are “disappointing and unaffected.” Many of the clouds are false, even if they appear to be heavy with heavy rain, then discover after a short period that they are deceptive, bearing neither rain nor rain.. The dumps of fates are many; Few are the seasons that have fulfilled and produced abundant rain, from the time of sowing until the time of harvest.
In the days of bleeding, water is scarce.. Women fight fierce battles for long hours; In order to fetch water from distant places.. a woman spends – sometimes – a third of the day or a quarter of the night; To obtain one bear of water whose capacity does not exceed twenty liters.
Hunger was squeezing the stomachs, and the belt of poverty placed a stone under it, and malnutrition was a close companion, and death was a free man who snatched away those who craved, and most of those who were kidnapped by death and lusted for by children and boys, and young men of the age of flowers .. In our regions, the three fears have always united us; Poverty, disease, ignorance, and an addition to them anguish.
The days of Eid al-Fitr and Eid al-Adha are the days of joy of the year, and joy rarely finds room in others.. Most people buy new clothes, once a year, wear them during Eid al-Fitr and then keep them for Eid al-Adha; To shoot “two birds with one stone”, as mentioned in the proverb.. Few are those who are able to buy clothes twice a year.. The clothes purchased are modest in price and quality, and we do not follow a type or “brand”..
In our countryside, the struggle was bitter for life.. Deprivation is similar to us, and it is our home and in it we live. It is neither absent nor backbited, nor parted, as if it is a close companion. to eat lamb twice a year; And they may taste it at birth, death, or birth.. and if you are thrown to eat chicken breast on days other than happy days, you only have to stay sick, and affectionate and love you and take care of you.
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As for me, I did not like that a rooster or a chicken should be slaughtered for me, and perhaps one day I grew old and refrained and took up the challenge, and I said even if the “bile” reached my head, and tuberculosis reached the bone marrow. Life or death..
I have always refrained from what I like; To prolong the life of a rooster or a chicken, and to feel the happiness of this survival, which I refrained as much as I could from getting involved in putting an end to a life that could be long, and I have always felt this intense feeling..
But my mother devised a method, or perhaps she transmitted it, or remembered it, or tempted and persuaded me to resist my refusal to slaughter a rooster or a chicken, so she tells me that if she slaughters a rooster or a chicken, you can see who will die soon, by examining a hole in the breastbone of a rooster or a chicken. Which will tell us if the next dead person is young or old.. so we keep waiting for who will die soon.
Also, my mother used to examine the breastbone, and if it tended to turn red, she would say that there would be rain in the next few days.. She used to do the same thing when the carcass was “cattle” through a bone in the carcass, we called it “the rib.” I remember that one day she told us that one is big and great. He will die. President Gamal Abdel Nasser died after a few days or weeks, and we loved him very much.
Our family was large, so the meat of a rooster or chicken was distributed between my brothers and my father, and it belonged to me with a chicken breast or most of it.. My mother said, “The stinger is for the shriveled gray hair, the neck is for the owner of the threshold, and the wing is for the ambitious boy. My dad is blushing, and maybe you could add something else to it.
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When I grew up, grew up and thought, I realized that changing consciousness is a difficult and complex matter that requires a lot, and that changing a reality like this is beyond my ability, and I cannot establish my laws in a world full of chaos and absurdity, and heavy customs, norms and traditions that have been rooted in a society for thousands of years..
From this society and from this difficult reality I came.. a society to which I came under compulsion or doubtful without choosing.. a society that needs a thousand miracles and a thousand years to be the way I dreamed.. I dream of another world that is unfulfilled, and unable to exist..
***
The inhabitants of our countryside are poor in general, and some of them are destitute, living in hardship and misery and in many places… They toil and toil from the dawn of God until sunset, for a decent living that they earn with their hard work and sweat.. The hard-to-find livelihood in our mountains is hard to come by, and it bleeds hearts and nails.
Our mountains are rugged and lofty, and their mud is few and dear.. Trees overcome thirst and thirst, and the roots of sidr, bramble and “also” make a patient and defiant path to rock and mountain.. It is the struggle with their destiny and their desperate and victorious challenge.
Agriculture is seasonal, and most of the seasons are “disappointing and unaffected.” Many of the clouds are false, even if they appear to be heavy with heavy rain, then discover after a short period that they are deceptive, bearing neither rain nor rain.. The dumps of fates are many; Few are the seasons that have fulfilled and produced abundant rain, from the time of sowing until the time of harvest.
In the days of bleeding, water is scarce.. Women fight fierce battles for long hours; In order to fetch water from distant places.. a woman spends – sometimes – a third of the day or a quarter of the night; To obtain one bear of water whose capacity does not exceed twenty liters.
Hunger was squeezing the stomachs, and the belt of poverty placed a stone under it, and malnutrition was a close companion, and death was a free man who snatched away those who craved, and most of those who were kidnapped by death and lusted for by children and boys, and young men of the age of flowers .. In our regions, the three fears have always united us; Poverty, disease, ignorance, and an addition to them anguish.
The days of Eid al-Fitr and Eid al-Adha are the days of joy of the year, and joy rarely finds room in others.. Most people buy new clothes, once a year, wear them during Eid al-Fitr and then keep them for Eid al-Adha; To shoot “two birds with one stone”, as mentioned in the proverb.. Few are those who are able to buy clothes twice a year.. The clothes purchased are modest in price and quality, and we do not follow a type or “brand”..
In our countryside, the struggle was bitter for life.. Deprivation is similar to us, and it is our home and in it we live. It is neither absent nor backbited, nor parted, as if it is a close companion. to eat lamb twice a year; And they may taste it at birth, death, or birth.. and if you are thrown to eat chicken breast on days other than happy days, you only have to stay sick, and affectionate and love you and take care of you.
***
As for me, I did not like that a rooster or a chicken should be slaughtered for me, and perhaps one day I grew old and refrained and took up the challenge, and I said even if the “bile” reached my head, and tuberculosis reached the bone marrow. Life or death..
I have always refrained from what I like; To prolong the life of a rooster or a chicken, and to feel the happiness of this survival, which I refrained as much as I could from getting involved in putting an end to a life that could be long, and I have always felt this intense feeling..
But my mother devised a method, or perhaps she transmitted it, or remembered it, or tempted and persuaded me to resist my refusal to slaughter a rooster or a chicken, so she tells me that if she slaughters a rooster or a chicken, you can see who will die soon, by examining a hole in the breastbone of a rooster or a chicken. Which will tell us if the next dead person is young or old.. so we keep waiting for who will die soon.
Also, my mother used to examine the breastbone, and if it tended to turn red, she would say that there would be rain in the next few days.. She used to do the same thing when the carcass was “cattle” through a bone in the carcass, we called it “the rib.” I remember that one day she told us that one is big and great. He will die. President Gamal Abdel Nasser died after a few days or weeks, and we loved him very much.
Our family was large, so the meat of a rooster or chicken was distributed between my brothers and my father, and it belonged to me with a chicken breast or most of it.. My mother said, “The stinger is for the shriveled gray hair, the neck is for the owner of the threshold, and the wing is for the ambitious boy. My dad is blushing, and maybe you could add something else to it.
***
When I grew up, grew up and thought, I realized that changing consciousness is a difficult and complex matter that requires a lot, and that changing a reality like this is beyond my ability, and I cannot establish my laws in a world full of chaos and absurdity, and heavy customs, norms and traditions that have been rooted in a society for thousands of years..
From this society and from this difficult reality I came.. a society to which I came under compulsion or doubtful without choosing.. a society that needs a thousand miracles and a thousand years to be the way I dreamed.. I dream of another world that is unfulfilled, and unable to exist..
***
Continued..
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