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(7) The shrine of the two sheikhs.. Ahmed Seif Hashed
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(7)
shrine of the two sheikhs
Ahmed Seif Hashed
Sheikh Hayy” or Sheikh “Yahya” has a shrine on a hill or a small mountain in Wadi Sabih, and the shrine is guarded by a room and two domes that are painted with white light days before the date of the “birth,” and the paint of the domes and the shrine room is renewed on the scheduled date of the following year. The paint of the light made the place majesty and prestige, and the brightness of its whiteness could comfort you and make you feel that you are not alone.. you look forward to the shrine in your panzers, so the shrine appears majestic and captivating, day or night.. you hear someone saying to your sight in a loud voice: Stand a little.. there is what deserves stand up.
When the birthday of “Sheikh Hayya” approaches, a call is made to him, and it is called “al-Tatrib” which is the announcement of its date, which takes place on the Thursday market day, and takes place from a high place in the market, and the announcement begins with the phrase “the present knows the absent..” What I remember from my childhood time was that I was I wait for the year to pass for a long time.. I yearn to attend this birthday with the warmth of all my souls.. The longing of my childhood is burning in an unparalleled way.. My presence for what I long for showers me with a waterfall of indescribable and unparalleled happiness..
The birthday was like a festive carnival, attended by a large crowd of people, and happiness reserved for the children the place worthy of happiness and unforgettable memories.. On the birthday the mountain in which the saint or the shrine appeared to me like a Christmas tree colored by bright lights.. you see the mountain as if it was covered And shells, pearls, and sea stars.. Bright in attendance and colorful clothes.. The banners flutter high in more than one gathering and place, and some of them are carried when ascending the corner to the hall of the place in the mountain.. And the banners cover the shrine, so it appears crowned with solemnity and reverence on the day of its completion. And you see the delights on the faces of everyone who attended.
At the bottom of the mountain the people gather, and the huge and lush red tree casts its shadow over everyone.. There is the shrine of “Sheikh Ahmed” in the immediate vicinity, and the hustle and bustle of life and buying and buying are at his help.. Life here is bright and flowing.. Noisy after a year of stillness.. That this day is celebrated by everyone, both dead and alive.. sacrifices are slaughtered, people eat their lunch, and they do not leave before the crowd breaks up to leave..
In the afternoon or shortly before, the crowd gathers at the bottom of the mountain; To establish the corner, and start walking and ascending towards the shrine of “Sheikh Hayy” on the hill of the mountain.. The crowd moves little by little while pulsing and overflowing with light.
I still remember the Majzoub here, starting to shiver.. He pulled his side out of its sheath, and began to place her head in the palm of his left hand and his right hand clutching its handle.. He tilted it and tilted his hands two and three times on the corner of his eyes, as if he was searching in its brilliance for a code or a secret waiting for its time. or its flow.
They said: He is looking and waiting for the sign that would allow him to enter the midst of the “attraction.” He began to shake like a branch in the face of the wind, or a camphor tree in the face of a storm.. Then he would get down on his knees and hit the edge of the side on his right and left shoulders, without seeing blood or blood. A trace.. he repositions his body on the tips of his toes, stimulated, and strikes on his shoulders.. he stabs his stomach with successive blows, and leaves no trace on his body despite everything he did.. he leaves no trace but bewilderment and astonishment on the faces of our early childhood.. then he comes back and surpasses those I drenched him, and he came out of his condition, and returned to normal, and it was not as if something extraordinary had happened.. How beautiful those few days! What a beautiful childhood! And they will definitely not come back.
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