Short narratives

                   The face of my brother!
              (( part One ))
                                                By
                         Ahmed Abdel Latif El Naggar
                              Arabic writer



The relationship between brothers and sisters should be a transparent, frank, unruly, hypocritical or cruel relationship, let alone if your brother is an orphan!
It is obligatory and obligatory for you to look after God in it (and the orphan is not invincible) .. Yes, his soul is not subdued under the pretext that you improve his upbringing and care, that is, and any care that is based on oppression, humiliation and humiliation ?!
If you judge your brother (the orphan), you will conquer his spirit and destroy his personality, and kill with your soul !!
My friend Abdul Qader came to me one sad night crying, regretting what he did
With his late brother Abdel Mohsen, I asked him what saddens you to that degree?
He said I will start my tragedy from the beginning:
My father died 25 years ago, leaving behind a family of my mother and three sisters and one brother, my brother Abdul Mohsen, who was eight years old when my father left. I was only 15 years old. I arrived at the end of high school. To join the university, my father's sudden death and shattered all my dreams to live the life of the university student that I dreamed of.
My father left behind a small shop selling car parts that met the needs of the family with great difficulty.
After the days of condolence, the family met the fear of the future looking at things, I turned to attention automatically and felt the burden of responsibility and announced ((and my heart is torn)) that I will leave my father in the shop until the family find what I appreciate, and received my declaration with deep satisfaction from the family members ( ) More than I was happy, and threw my books and my dreams behind my back and received my responsibility ((heart Vajam)) and afraid of the future!
I opened the shop, my father's friends came from the merchants, they pulled on my hair and gave my men back, and offered them the services I needed in my first days of trading, and gradually I knew the secrets of the work and I fixed my feet there and the family supplier organized, but the burden was heavy. My sisters and brother Abdul Mohsen all in different stages of education, and the shop owed some debt, we lived a difficult period of distress and hardship encountered patiently.
But settled deep down ((resentment)) permanent and weary of my circumstances that
 I was sentenced to take responsibility when I was 15 years old, instead of living my youth years free and others responsible for me!
The days went by and I began to feel that I was the center of family life and that my mother and sisters were too much to take care of me and my beauty, but my chest was tight with too much expense and difficulty. I became nervous, even though my brothers and sometimes my mother were crying.
Our days went on like this until my sister Alkubri Suad Ali got high school and joined the university and graduated and came from asking her hand, so I did my job with her, then the next sister got married and got married, and I got some of my burdens and decided to get married, I got married to the neighbor's daughter and lived with her in our apartment In the old neighborhoods of Cairo.
During these difficult years, I was looking forward to my younger brother Abdul Mohsen and the years to finish his education and share responsibility. When he reached the age of 10, I began to force him to stand in the shop for several hours every day. Like any young man in his age, I do not allow him to break up and violently violently surrender to me, and little by little the fear settled in the depths of it, so he did not tolerate a signal from me to carry out what I ordered him!