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Fathi Abdel Aziz Mohamed Outdoor chatting .. "Narrow is the world, narrow our boats, to the sea alone We will say: how strange we were in the city weddings" Asini Gimp My aunt Fatima bint Daghim and her daughters came in a hurry from Sarasir, and your aunt, Jilah bint Hamad, or the three thimans, came for the first time in a decade or more, and her marriage to and supported by Wad Nawel, .. And they usually do not meet us so haggard all this fatigue and travel, but the matter of Jalal or great sermon .., and if they violated the custom and Khrvha did not meet the invitation and duty: After the Dak Dak Shen taste .. And the taste of the parents .. Aaa, after a Dak, O my mother's children, what is the healthy province of our health and our Binatm .. And the day of the Ascension and the relationship of God and the Prophet ".., when my mother comes together" or two right "and divided and divided If they know how great and dangerous these old days are bec

Painting by the painter Hatem Babeker Koko When the sapat is overflowing short story Hatem Babeker Awad Al - Karim Uh, when the Subat is flooding, it is a boy who is impulsive when it reflects the moonlight in the last moment of the night. The silence is prevalent from the absolute to the absolute, neither pushing nor rushing the rhythms of the drums at the Luak and the sound of the rain. Rain seller progress that grief Ghali announcing the love and reproductive fertility is still singing echo in the depths of the fertile valleys embracing body Sobat loaded to the full extent of the words of some O Virgin Mary Take care of my little flock Keep me begging you to make me aware of the gift The big bull broke the barn and did not stop This is the cloud on the skins of small calves Declare your holy glory, tenderness and water This yellow earth gave life This is what happened to my grandfather and he tells his story about the tribe of the Janja how to rejoice - how to grieve -

Eritrea: Peace - No War ......... Ahmed Omar Sheikh: .............................. The Eritrean / Italian / English / Ethiopian / Ottoman / Turkish / Turkish / Turkish / Turkish / Eritrean navigator clearly sees that the Eritrean revolution has grown and repelled various attempts to rape the land, destroy its people and suppress it, and have developed defensive and deterrent attempts at domination and aggression. Of the existence and the Eritrean entity, which has suffered decades of bitter experiences and sacrifices for more than a hundred years. The Eritrean character is one of the meanings of peace and harmony and strives to consecrate it, and to be forced to go to war only to be liberated and freed from the grip of the intruders of all their differences / colors / races. As in any other struggle, the Eritrean revolution passed through detours, setbacks and victories until liberation came about thanks to that legendary steadfastness, and we entered the stage of the first stat

Israg Mustafa Two women and a moon _______ Heart and passion. It is the heart that incited me to cut off my fiancee and the valleys and the sea to no limit to meet her .. The woman who participated (my love) life and its details .. Her sweet and bitter and gave birth to three children before (cheering) the fancy boat in the middle of the sea the genie and lead him to the Derby and lead me in my heart line . On the interior surfaces I was keen to sleep, especially in the days of the moon .. I was not afraid of the cold or poor harami. The cold was a hard exercise, but I was worried about coming from frosts, thunderstorms and storms. There at the depth of those miraculous lives in the moon I was eager to tailor the soul to him alone and the creatures slept His deep voice, the Nadians, like (his narcotic numbness) and smile that flooded me from the first time in the Sea of ​​Hawai. The song that was always mocked as soon as we met .. We were meeting five .. He and my three frie

Very short story Gypsy I woke up and woke up the morning prayer, watching the bathroom with his gazing eyes. Her dog was near the door, exhausted by the stability of his dream and his heart warming the earth. In the midst of herself, I found her braids declaring her contempt in breaking into the wind, whispering in the groans of the dreamers, and she sank towards the camel, her eyes were turned in the lap of the milky dowry, and she drowned in her hope, and she was nourished in this warm body, warming her wrists from between the two sides. The butter in her face is his perfume. Her chest numbness and she is harboring. The dawn of the flame of the sunrise. Denver, Colorado, March 15, 2018 Ibrahim Idris قصة قصيرة جداً الغجرية إستيقظتَ و توثبتَ فلقَ الصباح، ترقبها الحمام بنظراته الناعِسة، كان كَلبُها بالقربِ من الباب هائماً في ثباتَ حُلمه وقلبه يُدْفئ الارضَ. في طربٍ من نفِسها أجدلتَ بِضفائِرها معلنة إزدرائها في إقتِحام الريح الخافثة، تبسمةّ في غواء الحالمِات و هي تغدوا نحو البعي

Mariam Toussi To the meeting, the land of dreams I was tired of the intensity of grief I spent on the closing ceremony of his finger on the walls of my heart, broken with the blood of love and Hiam to become a victim after I was Queen on the throne of Sultan Kafani has been watering my heart of the nectar of horror and now do not please Nawal and will not fall before you destroy your presence will not change anything In my life as long as you wear the dress of deception and wear the mask of love and convince yourself that you are a lover and Han hiding behind the words to prove that you are an artist and you are only a man I pity him from destruction goodbye bye .... O Earth meeting Fqlbi Arwa and burst out of a lot of fancy. الى اللقاء  - مريم طوسي الى اللقاء يا أرض الأحلام فقد تعبت من شدة الأحزان أمضي على حفل ختام بصمته على جدران قلبي المنهار بدماء الحب والهيام لأصبح ضحية بعدما كنت ملكة تتربع على عرش السلطان كفاني فقد سقي قلبي من رحيق الاهوال والان لا أرجوا النوال ولن اسقط امام

The winter sun shaft of lights sunk up into the curtain to touch  isis picture. Behind the clouds, the Sun returns back again to focus its extinguished flame on the picture again, and then it hides again. From here, Rady was staring at her eyes and says, in his mind "you are a transcendent, how does your feelings become! He knows that his memory still captive to her loves, and details, but he refuses to admit it. His today's frailty and the picture in front of him still nesting inside him, even in his most joyful moments; she partakes his heart the simplest things. Each time he stares at her picture with the sun flames extinguishing; the clockwise returns back to meet him to the first meeting with her, in one cultural debate where his eyes have a wondered glimpse at her necklace story around her nick. "It is Ankh", she answered as she did read his mind. "Yes, the crux ansata". "I'm isis", I rapidly responded. "isis", she r