-No one chooses to pass on the necks of the dead every day. The pot is chosen, don't blame me.
In fairytales, always reserved a special pages about the orphan hero.
But it's been a while, and left orphans!
His name was Mindy!
He who can differentiate them from the village, the clatter of a donkey cart. Sun shine light creeping baldness square head. And his goodness which descend to the point of idiocy.
While raised his voice saying:
-Salamo Bo Ya hajayja!
Minimize Word Pilgrim. Do not use other for calling others when Legato beaming.
And for reasons of his own, insisting that it collects (hajayja).
But he hasn't used it since a long time!
It owns the lucid mind, while his wife at her family's House. And possess a grain sample, his only son?
And he sent all good brokers, are designed to:
-I stand you!! No my son to grow up without it.
And his eyes are shrivelled, with added:
-It happened to me!
Wonderful irony that his wife had the same stick. What's wrong then?!
Once upon a place. A little boy named Mahdi, born without knowing the word "August". Only the word "Uncle". And over time, they increased the words (Yes) and (Yes).
You can say it was carrying half-unit family burdens. And Odder to pure heart receives all most reconciliation!
Even after he went to the sermon, who later became his bride. He found himself sitting in front of her father alone. And in a crisis and no one helped him cover his expenses. I mean if he was working a servant I had another family, because he found them better than those relatives!
And this is why the villagers treated with (Mahdi) that idiot! How does? And then continued on the same love for them, and kept them (my uncles)!
Then days went by. And built the girl in her father's House, and fathered them. Until the time came when the growl of his brother (and a moment was brewing) and asked him about the time he will move with his family to their house.
And the only solution was in front of the Mahdi: to request his share in the family home.
' Said the family simply: If the come and take it.
Check his heart for these "easy"! And forgot that in the world leaves Berrah this word.
And he lived in water melon, even attended Division.
Houses in the mountain stones, adoption levels under thatched Palm fronds above a layer of clay. This is the only one who can absorb more sahd, but she can't relieve sahd hearts underneath!
They told him: your lot are reserved, and you can build them bye time. Those in the far back of the House, overlooking. Cemeteries.
Overlooking the cemetery is the wrong expression! Because between the wall and the cemetery less than a quarter of m.
Precision and say: it is located in the cemetery!
JAL to ask permission them willingly Mehdi in the lobby or the port grant Byway, but blush. It informed them that students, through relatives of participants. Replied it already looks Elegy. I mean if they didn't they one day, one of them. And they didn't ask about you and yours. It is one meter of peeps will pay theirs?!
His wife accepted the heroine status. And she lived in that House. Try to imagine a reality, any such as: next to the dead than living!
Radwan family across from him, came with bulldozers and flattened cemeteries for its expansion blocks. And I told him the idea, for the proposal. They cringe at his body just to imagine the image.
-Oh, AMO!. AMO! It shocked while passing by!
Curbing Mahdi his steps. And he turned to the sound of surprise, stopped by the shouts of children demanding.
And the complete rotation, so watch out: they're two kids. Not even three.
Two boys and a girl with clean clothes and look angelic! Something quite different from the village children, who has almost Revere dirt!
-What do you say?! I was very attentive, and I trust that this didn't happen.
Heart (stand tall stature) lips darkly, and repeat, like it never heard:
-Shocked, and saddened by much.
And she was my shoulder Mahdi (before seeing these kids) picture number 8, from my mountain bogeys that have accumulated.
After talking with them: it is his shoulders slightly. When you clear this situation, a lot of their hard work.
SMT Angel spilling from baby-faced, touching the nerve has. It messed up the fingertips Mahdi inside his pocket, catch some candy that he was saving it for his son at home.
-If! Come on over, AMO
And poking the candy in their hands. Then he hastily withdrew
You wait for him by the most daunting of thorns, and wishes to expedite this scourge instead of waiting for him.
Is there more arduous than to have your way into your House, is by cemeteries?!
-What made you this bitter?!
-That's it!
That was always his answer, because of surprising lived there.
And after saying goodbye to his uncles barn Karo in cart. House behind the House, on the other hand. Because by the time the chills every day, according to the local time of the village cemetery!
Ten paces from the House. A mass grave: shows that for a big man. And after seven steps. Leftover gravestone: indicates that it might be a woman. It is not sure!
Finally left the hardest stage. The graves are scattered in order, in straight lines not longer than a meter. It clearly looks like it's for the children.
And here! I've had one last detail to Mahdi, froze the blood in his veins!
Three candy pieces embedded and distributed over three small graves.
The same colors of the pieces that he gave to the boys.
Now just copy Madi, why didn't recognize those boys. Small village made its people memorized each other, young and old. As I understand their intent when they told him: that they were shocked as it passed!
So I leaned in tears on the cheeks of men, even taken gravity in free fall, the flight arrived and accepted the Earth.
Bow tie Mahdi and is knocking down his head mournfully, noticing immediately! Write letters, near his feet moved naive! As a boy in the first hand of learning to write.
Namely, a few letters says:
-Don't hurt! And I say gently.
