Posted by
Adel Gebeely July 27, 2011 -
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He Pulled me from my neck severely "you Must pay the price for your sins" he said.
"Not my fault, you should go on one side of the road, not the middle" .I told him.. And then I explained to him that the strike was not serious, as he imagined, but was just an illusion of death. He did not care about what I said, and pulled me to him so badly. I felt that his nose is planted in my throat!.
He clenched his teeth "I will not let you get away with what you did, O son of pitch! " he worn me and then pulled me up by my neck.
I do not deny that I failed to touch his heart by my entreaties, as I used to do if the situation required a bit of entreaties. the man treated me cruelly.
On my way, to where I do not know, I have tried all the tricks with him to leave me in peace. "I do not deserve this punishment." I was begging him. I looked as if I was a broken wing, useless, and that Allah is watching us, and that, also had prepared for the choking rage, a great reward. He did not pay attention to me, as well as to God. Every thing was just a gossip, so we continued to walk. Despair surprised me. He looked at me - this man - and his voice raspy: "Wait here and do not move!", later on he melted among a crowd of creation. In the street, were a few of vendors and beggars, as well as some of the words, tossing mouths, at the same time, though varying tones, they may have caused inconvenience to me anyway.may be!
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- Above the street level were three steps. The man whispered in the ear of one of them. I could not exactly identify his features, because his broad shoulders were, to some extent, obscured my vision. And thus I found an opportunity to run away, forever.
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- I met an unfamiliar face at all. I pant, like a dog thirsty, he said: "Wear this hat, and carry this sword!". It was a black hat like the military Barre. However, it was demilitarized gold emblem, covered by handful of white chalk, I said: "Why all these things?". He said: "Take it! ... Do not ask" and then he launched like a ghost, leaving behind strange ideas, and left me alone, in my place, motionless, Strikes me Q: Is it - this ghost - to provide for good or to put me in trouble? .. I did not wait until my legs were launched to the wind, leaving behind thick dust, without waiting for an answer there!
Running at this time was hard. my feet were very heavy, above all my own perceptions, as if I was dragging behind columns of light poles, so I thought they may be paralyzed. and, fortunately, my desire to stay alive was the separation between me and those who are chasing me, the number of unreasonable, and their faces seemed to me, unusual at all, tend reassurance from the heart, throw me down into the deep well of eternal fear. This was my real feeling.
I Collided with him - the same man - he was a huge body, but it is not slouch. I can distinguish between the body and the body of flabby hard muscles. I told him: "Things are not going that way, there must be room for dialogue." He looked at his companion, as he had with him a companion; a tall and skinny person, to the point where I felt disgusted. These are all attributes. In a moment he slapped me upside the head, with an iron hand, it was very strong slap. Very strong!
He was watching me as I was falling on the ground mercilessly.
We were surrounded by a fence of reeds. I rarely find myself between these types of fencing. Since I prefer it to be cans of salmon, small and large alike. Which, usually, give different sounds, if the situation was in need of different sounds out of the cans of salmon. And sometimes, if the situation became very difficult, I resort to a few of the herbs, dry, and I say with confidence: "The next time I will complete the rest." The fact that a fence of reeds is something may turn everything upside down.
Some of the time I was outside the fence, on the path of long, narrow, walk between many creation. I told them: "The battle intensified run out of steam, and heads flying." They came on the fence and demolished it with a stroke of one man. Vision became so clear, all shouting in the stadium, I said: There is no doubt that Escape, at this particular time, is inevitable.
So I will use this road ...
My steps were similar to the steps of a healthy kangaroo. I do not know why I resorted to this kind of animals?
In other cases, I was running on four; such as leopard, or like a monkey, but very slowly, with poor vision. Or deal with the situation by temperament, and be myself. But to jump in the air, jump behind the jump, this is what I did not put in my considerations... Never
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At the threshold of the door, I found that this place, is very familiar to me. I spent a nice time here when I was young, I used to see it , every day once, in the morning or in the evening. I carry on my back, my modest needs : Tools, textbooks, and my food roll, usually cheese or eggs ..
I walked a long distance, then I found myself here, in this place, primary school, with one floor, but now it is new building of five stories. I do not know how this building goes up to this way? ..
Few steps took me to the top of the building, on the roof. I Disclose everything, in sight. And give up my food roll, away from classmates. The conditions might have changed and climbing this building, in this time, might need to double my efforts. in addition to my fears of being seen from one of them. I was cautious, and more attached to the wall, so as not to be an easy target. on the other side, everything was there: classrooms, chairs, blackboard, windows, which I probably overlooked the main street, one day, sheets of attendants and absents, on the wall, next to the blackboard, the coarse voice of my teacher, and his bad words, the black bag, galvanized behind the door, even scraps of paper I used to mess with, in the memory, still there with no change ... noting changed!.
I ran to the second floor, on human legs. I recover my limbs in a moment. at school, I found surprises but they were not represented by a child, at my age, any importance. I can not confute them again, entirely absent, in the memory. My hope in retrieving the same way as they were was very weak.
The second floor was free from seats. only walls were monitoring the situation, peacefully. Ascent takes the alternate form: narrow passage and the walls of high-rise, which make breathing difficult, were supported by another short wall, overlooking the battlefield, where the rows taken up positions, in one shot and went on, suddenly and then faded away. ‘’the best way to get out of this impasse, is that traversed the wall before someone sees you’’ I talked to myself.
last look at the place and then veered to the left, a little bit, to be more attached to the wall of the corridor. The steps were going to reverse the original direction, then I lent back until the short wall divided my body. I said: "The rising of my lower body will put me in danger, one time, or perhaps the features of my story take the wrong way’’. my story? What about my story? Nothing but dreams. on my right arm, I based my higher body to keep the second half, in the safe side, hanging on the wall ..
then I pulled my lower body slowly, like a snake, and bearing in mind, that my life in a big risk. It doesn’t matter. It is important to pass this distress safely.
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During my recalling what happened a moment ago - like the cud of beautiful memories, to get some of fun, In a short time - I hit a wall, blocking my vision. at the time I was in dire need of every ounce of concentration to identify, at least, where I was exactly?. and what can I do if things go wrong and came not as what I expect?. but I was more explicit. the body was only a big pile of ruins of a dilapidated building. huge, gray smog, suggest to the onlookers that the building had been destroyed just a moment ago. I did not let myself fall prey to my misgivings, I said: ‘’the same trick’’
Back, a little bit, a step or two steps, so that I am at a point between the short wall, which has just disappeared, amid the dust, and the pile. Then measured the distance between the wall and the heap, if my calculations have come close to the correct number. Three steps and one foot, then the situation needs, to stand on the short wall, step further back, one foot, to look after that, what should I do If not separation between me and this heap, which I thought touching the ceiling - where there was a ceiling - only space as far as my three-steps and one foot?, its width couldn’t put it in my consideration.
If I stood on the short wall, bracing, like who will be the latest hero in his life. So that we can describe the things are going very well, first I must convince myself that reaching the top of this heap, by one leap is impossible. this way needs to be more than a jump, in a short time later to be a big fan of myself.
I took a deep breath, and suddenly, I was swimming in space, in the three steps and one foot, like the lack of experience, in such cases. I stopped thinking about the useless, only few seconds until I found myself, mousey placed on the huge heap of rubble .
can you imagine that?. long arms, around the Mount: The body of a rat and two arms in the length of the track. not to mention that by this terrible jump, I couldn’t reach the half way of the mount even. I said: ‘’I should rely on my legs to click them to the bottom, rising body smoothly , Up, and then I do not need to be proud of myself again. I say in the quavering voice:’’ Hey ... nothing left but few steps’’. I did not have the courage to look down and say : ‘’I have not stepped up far from such a distance on my own’’, then I find myself swimming, in space once again, for few seconds, by three steps and one foot, to crash into the land of reality.
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in one moment I exhumed at the top of the heap as my head was folded under the roof, which was extended to the heaven. Between the roof and heap of the dirt, I managed to open a narrow tunnel, nothing goes through it except for one arm.
I was in bad need to have more effort and more time. Despair attacked me for the second time, but soon I will pay attention to myself!.
I proceeded to a wider tunnel as I murmured words were not understood. They were not magical spells, nothing more words. Just words. I do not stand at this point, still got a lot.
In the tunnel, I made my head first, then forced the rest of the body. I said: ‘’the head is the Mayor of the body, and must lead the procession ’’. canyou imagine what could happen in such a situation?perhaps your heart suddenly stops or the tunnel fall apart above you and you buried alive under the earth!, or being surrounded by Scorpions, if the situation allowed the scorpions to be there, and they do not let you until you become like an old fabric filled by holes. It is easy to be attacked by my concerns in this way at once, but it is hard to find what is also dissipated at once. I Must deal with the situation with a little firmness, otherwise there is no justification for my suicide in this horrible way, in a narrow tunnel, I dug by my hands .. That is unbearable futility!.
written by
Adel Gebeely
Egypt,Taba. 30-11-2004
