The Kingdom of Sand

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I have never forgotten the hymns of the sand, the glow that fuels my determination.

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the narrator
On a cold night, after a long, hot day, I sat on my rocking chair - in front of the fireplace - swinging in wait for the spring of life, which is gone since last fall, coughed hard, when I remembered being in my place for decades, waiting for the normal cycle to return. For life, so get up from my seat. The screening of the film was limited to summer day and winter at night without going through the fall and spring !!

In the daytime, turn off the fireplace, and ignite the rusty ceiling fan - at its highest - and yet I sweat, even if all my clothes are removed from me, and water loses its satiety.
When the night comes, I come with all the covers and put them on top of me, and I lay next to the fireplace, and I refuse to drink the frozen water that once touches my lips until my trembles tremble, and my teeth hit you, in a comic display that keeps on till I spend my place where I need to feel a bit of warmth.
This night lightning struck my room, and the anecdotes began.

At first they were tidal movements.
Thus, madly, in an unprecedented rampage, the waves of wild imagination, driven by hurricane tales, plunged on the grains of the characters mixed with the sands of the beach - and with tidal movements - were thrown with grains of sand, to settle on the beach, shimmering and dazzled by the sun. (Which you might see for the first time), while some of the stable grains were pulled to enter the depth of the sea, falling too far, where the darkness was so horrible that no one could see it, even that narrator, who was still steeped in his vague and cloudy visions.

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Gradually, the waves receded with the tranquility of the sea, leaving him with what he could build palaces and castles, poor randomly distributed huts, or allowing him to pave a way - without another - or even lift the steep minarets upwards, to magnify his creatures of good qualities; Another patch is a structure that carries bells, or creates a spacious courtyard carefully carved out of its origin, in which a carnival of a single grain of sand, once selected, resides, fully heals, and becomes its inner surface.
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He sighed at that moment, to shine his eyes with a strange luster, you see what I had when his eyes fell on the grains of sand, which he was meditating quietly ?!

Al Aflak Accounts
The planets glorified the sun, such as glorifying us today for the sand hitter, and the hope that leads us to the opportunity to inspire us with his wills, whip, and tingling his pen's tooth, to bleed the static dormancy of the death of the living, and then to live the absurdity of the dead. They also had the hope that the sun would throw the strings of its light to establish them as a mediator in its galaxy. To live the accounts of the orbits away from the fire in the proximity, and the darkness of deep frost in the dimension, glorifying the hope of the emergence of lives.
From the beginning of the mysterious laws governing the planets before restricting their movement, the information originating and unknown, which each revolves individually in a vicious circle around the sun, to have the opportunity to look at them, struck by the beauty of the flames of fire that inflamed the surfaces of their planets in the hope of life.

In those moments spotted in the first pages of history. The hand of the sun in the emergence of the orbits by rounding the chosen planet and the exclusion of what they want in the deep dimension. Stealthily away, the eyes of Mars, which crowded out the rest of the planets to get close to the sun on the virgin planet.
He approached her in hiding, away from the confused sunlight filaments of the time, completely preoccupied with the absurdity of the planets around her. Beings - once they have settled on a planet - extend their strands into the womb of the planet;

Mars took advantage of the opportunity, and spontaneously important captive rampage - in the interior - from above the earth, and once it has risen and emptied something of it in the bowels of the earth, even gone quickly, hoping that the sun will choose it, so that it has its eggs held on the ends of its strands, to live the eternal trance of fertilization, Leaving the earth, which is not certified for the experience that passed quickly with him, ecstatic from the intimacy, and groans of the fictitious twitching of things, finishing her face away from the sun, is indifferent to be chosen on it, the bloody Mars richer in seeking to run fast behind the strands of solar light, and did not wipe her face away from him , And skips them and other planets to draw attention Shams him. Recognized that it is the first planets in the sun, it is the only able to bring pleasure, such as those that live now, and the ocean of female science !!

I sing to him with his strength and vigor, who are able to fill the void (ie a vacuum), she tones him with her feminine voice to excite him until he comes back to the ball, determined this time not to let him dislodge her. She was the only one who made her aware of the charms of her charms, and began to feel her, as the volcanoes touched her agitated femininity to draw his attention to her, until she revealed the secrets of her desire for another meeting. Her interior, and cracked his roofs to give her Ben A longing look similar, filling its cracks with the rivers of the intimate encounter.

Tears fell despite the excitement of the excitement that I learned from him, and paradoxically to her, the divine is not indifferent to what was born, nor of those charms that appeared on the surface of him leaving the seas. Rather, Mars sought to present itself as an offering to the sun and made it behind its back. Her guts almost broke, to taste the splendor of the fetus lying there, the seed of Mars that moved. The threads of the sunlight, drew her attention to the screaming of the earth, and her eyes fell upon her, the moment she was born to the founder of the Kingdom of the sand followed by the sun as she embraces her son with love and grabbed her puffy breast with milk the fact of his existence, picked up by her wonderfully professional, trained well on the art of breastfeeding before, and drink until overflowed with love of the father.
The sun was dominated by the certainty that the Earth is the most fertile among the planets and reluctance to him, born with the determination to win it has opened his appetite for its position from just seeing volcanoes explosive.
Extended strands of light and attracted towards the mediator, and pricked to feel the torment of the beauty of groans of pleasure, did not let a patch only has been placed from her eggs. Quickly hatched on its surface, tides. The son of Mars, the founder of the Sand Kingdom, is playing on his mother's surface in safety and under the protection of the sun.
The earth, ravaged by the sun's twitching, still takes its face towards Mars, the first to show her the fact that she is the owner of all the elements of attraction.
Still in her sweet dreams, he will surreptitiously come with his glorious red robes, to wander over her again. If the sun is gone its back from her one day.
Sand Thumper
As a young sun, the sun drifted from the heads, extinguishing the water lamps, and the earth was no longer thrown away by the kings. And the sweat of his forehead falling like rain, became the only evidence of the mysterious life of death, then I remembered when he was thrown in the spring of the Baida from the heart of a green apple of a majestic palm, which was the evidence of strangers at the crossroads, I almost saw him descend from the top to settle on the sand, his breast was on the nascent worms Full of moldy apple womb.

No father remembers him.
What makes your privacy virgin, and motivates you to bleed your secrets, sand ?. We are honestly witnessing your novel. Here are the birds of Abu Qardan and white raptors are gathering for you without adversity, suggest to your lips in white, there is no place here for the lips scarred in the eternal black, what a beauty spring colored butterflies landing on your turban, a testimony of the prosperity of your tales that sprout and branch trees lush.
When his return intensified learning Aleppo serpents (neighbors) every morning for breakfast, the dinner used to the hearts of cactus girls, and then spend the rest of the night to meditate and ask the stars.
An orphan except from his maternal grandmother, who was mute and only a guide to strangers.
Deprived of riddles when sleeping.
When the stars thrown out of their orbit fall into his room every night, they even sleep!!

On a morning that was not milking for breakfast, he was bored of his Murabaha in that spot of shade. For his reality orphaned to ask the people of the earth about his father, who did not see him

He asked the barbarians, the Romans, the great tsar, Osiris, the pharaoh, even the Red Indians and the priests of the temples, and confused him for a moment before Venus, the goddess of beauty, as his father. But in the mirror of her dress page he discovered the distant likeness between them. When he sank into her dark heart with the whiteness of his eyes, the sailor asked to exterminate her darkness without finding a satisfactory answer.
He asked his childhood friends, all the aired stars failed to answer him, a corner to rest on the edge of a volcano erupting ejaculating lava letters of words, tried hard from collecting to form an answer to his question, was not obedient to him, returned to Bid to visit his grandmother Vastblh the sand he heard for the first time, relaxed her His ears were able to translate the playful into understandable and very easy words.
He learned to sit down and shake hands with her comfortably, and threw the mumbling of the wills to be delivered for every occasion of a white question and knew how to brighten it with the dark formation of characters.