الخميس، 15 مارس 2018

Arabic prose poem
         New prison ... // 4 //
                        Rituals of the soul ....
                             By
                 Ahmed Abdel Latif El Naggar
                        Arabic poet
       ( Minimum prison for the believer and infidel Commission )
          &&&&&&&&&&&&&

Spiritual Prisoner ...
In my country ...
Without restrictions ...
I spent a lifetime ....
We are imprisoned ....
In illusions ....
Let it be ....
I asked people ....
They recognized ...
That way ....
Deadly ...!
I groaned ...
Why my soul ...
The grip ..?
Why injustice ...
Vina prevails ..?!
...
The ghosts ...
Chasing some ...
And come back ...!
Keeps myself ...
In the ...
And keep her joy ...
Reward ...!
Keep her joy ...
Reply ... !!
&&&&&&&
Myself and ....
Myself ...
...
I hate her ....
Beat me ...
With temptation and excitement ...
I see my soul ....
Chat it ....
Reply with a sign ...!
Oh my soul ...
Rahmak ....
I am your self ...
The ...
I gave you my age.
Kafi me hurt you ...!
Kafi me hurt you ... !!!
&&&&&&&&
I cried ...
Ali herself ...
You are ....
Of her soul ...?
Oh and oh ...!
Oh and oh ..!
Because I am ...
I respect my dignity ...
Of treachery ...
She claims that ...
IFKA I ....
She accepted her excuse.
I imprisoned myself ....
Restrictions ...
To rest ....
Her spirit ...
I woke up ...
Ali myself ...
She broke ...
Their limitations ...!
The light of life ...
Before Extinguishing ....
Her soul ...!
To prepare for departure ....
...
How much did you ...
In her right ...!
Atop said ....
The ...
Allam Al-Ghob ...
Please forgive ...
...
The ...
 Her soul ...!
How long have you been imprisoned ...
in myself ...
Lost my life ...
And her age ....!
I lost my age ....
And her age ...!
&&&&&&&
Modern Spirit ...
He guided me ...
To realize the charm ...
My breath ...
Talk to me ....
Talk to her ...
I touch it ...
My sense ...!
The soul says ...
For myself ...
The ...
غربة الأحزان ..!
You live ....
You die ...
Your life ....
They are all Ashghan ..
We live life ....
Dreams ...
The ...
Did he live ...
One of Imran ...?!
Did he live ...
One of them ...? !!
Did he live ....
One of Imran ...? !!!
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
             Ahmed Abdel Latif El Naggar
                    Arabic poet

سجن العمر !! //// 4 ////

                 قصيدة النثر العربية 
         سجن العمر ...//  4  //
                        مناجاة الروح ....
                             بقلم
                 أحمد عبد اللطيف النجار
                        شاعر  عربي
       ( الدنيا  سجن المؤمن وجنة  الكافر  )
          &&&&&&&&&&&&&

سجنت روحي ...
في وطني ...
دون قيود ...
قضيت العمر ....
مسجوناً ....
في أوهام ....
دعوها حدود ....
سألت الناس ....
فاعترفوا ...
أن طريقهم ....
مسدود ...!
تأوهت  ، تألمت ...
لماذا روحي ...
منقبضة ..؟
لماذا الظلم ...
فينا يسود ..؟!
أرواح ...
وأشباح ...
تطارد بعضها ...
وتعود ...!
وتبقي نفسي ...
في شجن ...!
ويبقي فرحها ...
مردود ...!
يبقي فرحها ...
مردود ...!!
&&&&&&&
نفسي ويحها ....
نفسي ...
لواّمة وأماّرة ...
أعصي هواها ....
تغلبني ...
بإغراء وإثارة ...
أرى روحي ....
تحاورها ....
ترد عليها بإشارة ...!
ألا يا روحي ...
رحماكِ ....
أنا نفسك ...
ودنياكِ ...
أعطيتك هوى عمري ..
كفي عني آذاكِ ...!
كفي عني أذاكِ ...!!!
&&&&&&&&
بكت روحي ....
علي  نفسها ...
أتسأمين ....
من روحها ...؟
يا ويحها ...!
يا ويحها ..!
تلومني لأنني ...
أصون كرامتي ...
من غدرها ...
وتدّعي عليّ ...
إفكاً إنني ....
قبلت عذرها .!
فسجنت نفسي ....
بالقيود ...
كي تستريح ....
روحها ...
ثارت نفسي ...
علي نفسي ...
وكسّرت ...
قيودها ...!
وطاردت نور الحياة ...
قبل انطفاء ....
روحها ...!
كي تستعد للرحيل ....
ترجو عفو ربها ...
كم أذنبت .....
في حقها ...!
قالت أتوب ....
نادمة ...
إلي علاّم الغيوب ...
أرجوه يغفر ...
ذلتي ....
واضطهادي ...
 روحها ...!
كم عشت مسجوناً ...
في نفسي ...
ضاع عمري ...
وعمرها ....!
ضاع عمري ....
وعمرها ...!
&&&&&&&
حديث الروح ...
يهديني ...
لأدرك سحر ...
أنفاسي ...
تحاورني ....
أحاورها ...
وألمس  فيها ...
إحساسي ...!
تقول الروح ...
لنفسي ...
كفاكِ ...
غربة  الأحزان ..!
تعيشين ....
تموتين ...
حياتك ....
كلها أشجان ..
نعيش العمر ....
أحلاماً ...
وأوهاماً ...
وهل عاش ...
أحد عمران ...؟!
هل عاش ...
أحد عمرن ...؟!!
هل عاش ....
أحد عمران ...؟!!!
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
             أحمد عبد اللطيف النجار
                    شاعر  عربي  








& قصيدة النثرة العربية &
         Life imprisonment ... (3)
                Recitation of the Spirit
                          Lyrics
                 Ahmed Abdel Latif El Naggar
                        Arabic poet
(( Minimum prison for the believer and infidel Commission ....! ))
     &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

Spiritual Prisoner ...
In its shrouds ...
I was overwhelmed by myself ...
Her weakness ...
My family ...
With its mud ...!
I said my soul ...
Whichever it is ...
Tlemcen ....
Then she claims her pride ...
I say Azza myself ....
where are you ....
Out of it ...?!
Order me ...
Bad ...
Is not that bad?
Her actions ...
My soul ...
what is the matter with her ...?!
Did not he talk to you?
About her news ...?
I said my soul ...
Strange self ...
It sank to the depths ....
In her secrets ..!
It sank deep ...
In her secrets ... !!
&&&&&&&
I asked myself ....
The reassuring ...
When will I return ...
To put the fetus ..?
I live happily ...
In my mother's belly ...
I love the ...
Her soul is nostalgic ...
Do not feel myself ....
A series of sorrows ....
The taste of misery ...
The taste of whining ...
I entered the minimum ...
Lonely loved ....
And get out of it ....
Zero hands ...!
I hope from Allah ...
good end ....
With the intercession of our Prophet (r) ..
Senders ring ...
My soul is returning ...
To herself ....
I live happily ....
دنيا ودين ...!
I live happily ....
دنيا ودين ... !!
&&&&&&&
I asked you my soul ....
are you listening ..?
Anajik Manajat ....
Dreamers ....
Why do we finish ....
About us ..?
We are surrounded by concerns ...
Our souls are broken ...
We die and we live ...
In our despair ...
Life goes on ...
Quickly ...
Today there is no ...
And yesterday is back ...
Sleep and advise ..
On our sorrows ...!
She said my soul ....
take it easy ....
What is the minimum ...
Only a dream ...
We see ...
Dreams of our dreams ...!
We mourn so much ...
We rejoice a bit ...
So you go ...
Our days ...
And the dawn of existence ....
Crying on us ...
Why was lost ....
We blew ...!
With the Spirit ...
We live ...
God mercy US ....
From our own ..!
God mercy US ....
From our own .. !!
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
              Ahmed Abdel Latif El Naggar
                      Arabic poet

سجن العمر /// 3 /////

           & قصيدة النثر العربية & 
         سجن العمر ...( 3 )
                مناجاة الروح
                          كلمات
                 أحمد عبد اللطيف النجار
                        شاعر  عربي
((    الدنيا سجن المؤمن  وجنة الكافر ....! ))
     &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

سجنت روحي ...
في أغلالها ...
غلبتني نفسي ...
بضعفها ...
أسرتني شهواتي ...
بأوحالها ...!
قلت روحي ...
أيا ويح نفسي ...
تلومني ....
ثم تدّعي عِزها ...
أقول عِزة نفسي ....
أين أنتِ ....
من أصلها ...؟!
تأمرينني ...
بالسوء ...
ألا يا سوء ...
أفعالها ...
سألتني روحي ...
ما بها ...؟!
ألم تحدّثك ....
عن أخبارها ...؟
قلت روحي ...
نفسي غريبة ...
غرقت للأعماق ....
في أسرارها ..!
غرقت للأعماق ...
في أسرارها ...!!
&&&&&&&
سألت نفسي ....
المطمئنة ...
متي أعود ...
لوضع الجنين ..؟
أعيش سعيداً ...
في بطن أمي ...
أتنشق من ...
روحها الحنين ...
لا تشعر نفسي ....
بلوعة الأحزان ....
وطعم الشقاء ...
وطعم الأنين ...
دخلت للدنيا ...
وحيداً أحبو ....
وأخرج منها ....
صفر اليدين ...!
أرجو من الرحمن ...
حُسن الخاتمة ....
بشفاعة نبينا ( ص ) ..
خاتم المرسلين ...
ونفسي تعود ...
إلي نفسها ....
أعيش سعيداً ....
دنيا ودين ...!
أعيش سعيداً ....
دنيا ودين ...!!
&&&&&&&
سألتك روحي ....
هل تسمعين ..؟
أناجيك  مناجاة ....
الحالمين ....
لماذا نهون ....
علي نفسنا ..؟
تحاصرنا الهموم ...
تكسر أرواحنا ...
نموت ونحيا ...
في يأسنا ...
وتمضي الحياة ...
سريعاً بنا ...
فلا اليوم يبقي ...
ولا أمس يعود ...
ننام ونصحوا ..
علي أحزاننا ...!
قالت روحي ....
هوّن عليك ....
ما الدنيا ...
سوى حلم ...
نري فيه ...
أضغاث أحلامنا ...!
نحزن كثيراً ...
نفرح قليلاً ...
حتي تسير ...
أيامنا ...
وفجر الوجود ....
يبكي علينا ...
لمّا ضاع ....
فجرنا ...!
بالروح نحيا ...
بالنفس نحيا ...
الله يرحمنا ....
من نفسنا ..!
الله يرحمنا ....
من نفسنا ..!!
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
              أحمد عبد اللطيف النجار
                      شاعر  عربي 




& قصيدة النثرة العربية &
                    New prison ... // 2 //
                     Rituals of the soul ....
                          Lyrics
             Ahmed Abdel Latif El Naggar
                      Arabic poet

        &&&&&&&&&&&&

I will cry ....
I'm going to cry .....
My soul is crying ....
On her own ....
I blame myself ....
Why sin ...?!
No, it's ...
You are my Lord ....
And forgive me ...
And myself going ....
In ...
And my self ....
Do not be deterred ....
I hope ....
Fear her Lord ....
I lose myself ....
My life is lost ...
In her pain ....
My conscience dies ...
Awaiting my destiny ....
In Ohalha ...!
Yitou Masiri ...
In Ohaalha ... !!
&&&&&&&
O same as Toby ....
I carried my sins ....
Heavy load ....
Above my potential ...
I was sad ...
My heart beats ....
Stars Nights ...
I invite my God ....
Accepting my invitation ...
The current injustice ...
I said to myself ...
I do not regret ...
Why not care about ...?!
I will not obey you ....
Huey and ...
I saw in myself ...
My guide ....
And I said to my soul ....
My prayer is ...
By awakening myself ...
Come back to my Lord ....
I corrected my sins ...
I corrected my sins ...!
&&&&&&&
I saw sin ...
Hawalli revolves around ...
All sins ...
In my self-indulgence ...
My soul resists ....
Conflicts ....
Storming ....!
Myself surrounded by ...
With every attendance ...
She tells my soul ...
Stubbornness ...
And my soul says ....
كفاك غرور ...!
The old is gone ....
Quick, fast ..
And the cup of ...
We spin ...!
Make your conclusion ....
...
And cleanse your heart ....
With pure water ...
Go yourself ..
Away from me ...
My soul is shining ....
Foadi Benor ...!
My soul is shining ....
Foadi Benor .... !!
My soul is shining ....
فؤادي بنور .... !!!
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
 Ahmed Abdel Latif El Naggar
       Arabic poet

سجن العمر ///2 //م

            & قصيدة النثر العربية &  
                    سجن العمر ...// 2  //
                     مناجاة الروح ....
                          كلمات
             أحمد عبد اللطيف النجار
                      شاعر عربي  

        &&&&&&&&&&&&

أروح أبكي ....
أعود أبكي .....
وروحي تبكي  ....
علي نفسها ....
ألوم نفسي ....
لماذا المعاصي ...؟!
ألا ويحها ...!
عصيتك ربي ....
وتغفر لي ...
ونفسي تسير ....
في غيّها ...
وأردع نفسي ....
فلا ترتدع ....
أرجو أن  ....
تخشي ربها ....
أخسر ذاتي ....
تضيع حياتي ...
في أوجاعها ....
يموت ضميري ...
يتوه مصيري ....
في أوحالها ...!
يتوه مصيري ...
في أوحالها ...!!
&&&&&&&
يا نفس توبي ....
حملت ذنوبي ....
ثقلت حمولي ....
فوق احتمالي ...
سهرت  حزيناً ...
قلبي يناجي ....
نجوم الليالي ...
أدعو إلهي ....
يقبل دعائي ...
وظلمي لحالي ...
قلت في  نفسي ...
ألا ويح نفسي ...
لم لا تبالي ...؟!
لا لن أطيعك ....
وأعصى هواي ...
رأيت في نفسي ...
دليل أذاي ....
وقلت لروحي ....
صلاتي مُناي ...
بها تصحو نفسي ...
أعود لربي ....
أصحّح  خطاي ...
أصحّح خطاي ...!
&&&&&&&
رأيت المعاصي ...
حولي تدور ...
وكل الذنوب ...
في نفسي تفور ...
روحي تقاوم ....
تنازع ....
تثور ....!
نفسي تحاصرها ...
بكل حضور ...
تقول لروحي ...
كفاكِ عناد ...
وروحي تقول ....
كفاكِ غرور ...!
العمر يمضي ....
سريعاً ، سريعاً ..
وكأس المنايا ....
علينا تدور ...!
اجعل ختامك ....
مسكّ وعنبر ...
وطهّر قلبك ....
بماء طهور ...
اذهبي  يا نفس ..
عني بعيداً ...
روحي تضئ ....
فؤادي بنور ...!
روحي تضئ ....
فؤادي بنور ....!!
روحي تضئ ....
فؤادي بنور ....!!!
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
 أحمد  عبد اللطيف النجار
       شاعر عربي




& قصيدة النثرة العربية &
            Prison of the Age .. // 1 //
                     Rituals of the soul ....
                           Lyrics
                Ahmed Abdel Latif El Naggar
                      Arabic poet
  &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

Your God ...
Please excuse me ...
To Abd ...
Prisoner of Life ...
For King and Jah ...
The heart is tilted ...
And the same will die ....
The age of ...
I see a few ...
The train of life ....
Walking fast ...
The departure ...
...
Long live ...
By order of Galilee ...
My soul revolves ....
Ali herself ...
Crying and crying ..
Prognosis ....
Crash of walls ...
Ashganha ...
She says ....
The god ...
And I collapsed myself ....
In the mud ....
I have exhausted myself ....
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I asked ...
In its orbit ...
I asked the spirits ....
About her ...
The Spirit said ...
He asks me ...
Its secrets ....?!
The son of Adam lives ....
Long, long ...
Maserella all ....
Her weight ....
He is ignorant of his soul ....
Ignores himself ...
Long live ...
In her secret ...!
And time ...
And the human ...
His spirit begins ...
From her prison ...
Living in the Kingdom ...
Hallelujah from ....
does not die ....
You worship and praise ...
You worship and praise the Lord ..
$$$$$$$$$$$$
Thank God ...
Much ..
I did not eat an antenna ...
Spirit in the soul ...
get tired ...
From my request ...
I said the same ....
It ...
Do not answer my call ...
Thalomine O same ....
And you are the bug of Dai ...!
You really are really ....
My worst enemies ...!
You really are really ....
My worst enemies ... !!
$$$$$$$$$$$$
I lived my life ....
Prisoner ...
...
I say, my soul is enough ...
The joy of my grief ...
I lived the refraction of the soul ....
In every Azmani ...!
The soul said ....
The ...
I love you ...
I have wronged myself ...
Much ....
And you forget me ...
I will leave ....
Away ....
For every cell ...
Please come back ...
For my body ...
I say my body is dust ...
And I am thirsty ....
In the love of Rabbani ...
I left prison age ....
And all my problems ....
All Azmany ....!
All my Azmani ... !!
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
    Ahmed Abdel Latif El Naggar
           Arabic poet

         & قصيدة النثر العربية &
            سجن العمر ..// 1 //
                     مناجاة الروح  ....
                           كلمات 
                أحمد عبد اللطيف النجار
                      شاعر  عربي
  &&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&

عصيتك إلهي ....
وأرجوك عفواً ...
لعبد ذليل ....
أسير الحياة ...
لمُلك وجاه ...
وقلب يميل ...
ونفس تموت ....
وعمر يفوت ...
أراه قليل ...
قطار الحياة ....
يسير سريعاً ...
وحان الرحيل ...
تموت نفوس ...
وتحيا نفوس ...
بأمر الجليل ...
روحي تثور ....
علي نفسها ...
تبكي وتنعي ..
أحوالها ....
تحطم جدران ...
أشجانها ...
تقول ويحي ....
عصيت الإله ...
وطاوعت نفسي ....
بأوحالها ....
طاوعت نفسي ....
بأوحالها ..!
$$$$$$$$$$$$
سألت الأفلاك ....
في مدارها ...
سألت الأرواح ....
عن حالها ...
قالت الروح ...
ويحك أتسألني ...
أسرارها ....؟!
يعيش ابن آدم ....
طويلاً ، طويلاً ...
مسربلاً بكل ....
أثقالها ....
يجهل روحه ....
يجهل نفسه ...
يعيش تائهاً ...
في سرها ...!
وتنقضي الأزمان ....
ويرحل الإنسان ....
تنطلق روحه ....
من سجنها ...
تعيش في الملكوت ...
سبحان من ....
لا يموت ....
تعبد وتحمد ربها ...
تعبد وتحمد ربها ..
$$$$$$$$$$$$
حمدت ربي ...
كثيراً ..
ولم أطع أهوائي ...
الروح في النفس ...
تعبت ...
من طلبي وإغرائي ...
قلت  يا نفس ....
ويحك ....
لا تجيبي ندائي ...
تلومينني يا نفس ....
وأنتِ علة دائي ...!
أنتِ بالفعل حقاً ....
أشد  أعدائي ...!
أنتِ بالفعل حقاً ....
أشد  أعدائي ...!!
$$$$$$$$$$$$
عشت عمري ....
سجيناً ...
أنعي جسدي الفاني ...
أقول يا نفس كفي ...
فرحاً في أحزاني ...
عشت انكسار الروح ....
في كل أزماني ...!
قالت الروح ....
ويحك...
رحماك أعاني ...
ظلمت  نفسي ...
كثيراً ....
وأنت تنساني ...
لسوف أرحل ....
بعيداً ....
عن كل خلاّني ...
يرجون مني أعود ...
لجسدي الفاني ....
أقول جسدي تراب ...
وأنا أهيم  شوقاً ....
في عشق رباني ...
تركت سجن العمر ....
وكل أزماني ....
كل أزماني ....!
كل أزماني ...!!
&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&&
    احمد عبد اللطيف النجار  
           شاعر عربي






Short narratives


                                 Face my brother !!
                                last part
                                   By
                         Ahmed Abdel Latif El Naggar
                                 Adeeb Arabi


After hours, the body of my beloved brother Abdel Mohsen arrived and began his last farewell trip, and his friends and loved ones, who had long hated them and mistreated them, yelled and screamed like the mourners, scrambling to carry their owner !!
In the evening I stood in solace and shook hands shaking hands and I do not know them, and his friends came to put the first hand in my hand even cried as a child, encouraged one of them to tell me: it is all gone and I but I witness God Almighty before you that your brother Abdul Mohsen was the example of the Secretariat And that his hand did not extend to haraam and did not commit one sin. We were brothers who loved God and good, not evil, and that the most we did was what we were complaining about. We smoked at the Institute stage, but we did not know alcohol or drugs as you imagined. , And your brother lived and died and did not smoke one cigarette, but Haji Abdul Qadir tongues Ill do not let people in their condition !!
I asked him: Did he hate me for what I did with him? ... He said: He did not remember you once bad and you are hard on him and he always tells us do not oppress him, has borne concern
A little boy, my brother and father, whom I have not seen, and enough to cover my sisters, but I am a man and I can bear.
The days of solace and the passing of Abdul Mohsen Khim passed away, and I began to feel very depressed. I lost my enthusiasm for work. I began to feel silent in the eyes of my mother and sisters that I had wronged my brother and his grave, even though I knew that I did not want to harm him.
My aunt and sister, Suad, who was my sister's sister, agreed to my late brother Abdel Mohsen. My aunt, who challenged me to go to his wedding, tried to reconcile her with his vanity. I went to Damietta, met Haji Abdul Sattar, thanked him and paid him. Dion, my beloved brother, may Allah have mercy on him, he stubbornly refused to say that it was a gift from him to a young man and an angel in the form of human beings and not a religion on him.
And now, my friend, my mental condition worsened a lot and woke up every night from my sleep several times and my breath stopped and my heart stopped until I reached the stage of suffocation. Every night my late brother came to me in a dream and saw him as a slave who did not see him smiling in his life even when he was overwhelmed by tears!
And I went to the psychiatrist who gave me some medicines, I now insist on treatment, but I do not sleep the night, and lost things worth to me, I have no desire to succeed or get rich, and ask myself a lot: What is the meaning of all this and I did not have children or daughters and I no longer Brother ?!!
When is the face of my brother smiling when my soul visits me at night?
Where can I find my heart and conscience? ...where ?!
 Oh, my friend from the injustice of man to his fellow human, I thought that you are cruel to your brother (Orphan) you improve his education and know his interest !!
That is the logic of the cruel, fossilized hearts when they cause their cruelty to destroy the personality of the nearest people!
After all, your late brother was a living example of masculinity and real magnanimity, when he chose the positive withdrawal from your life and your courage to live there in Damietta new life and the struggle of Sharif!
You, my friend, with your confession, I said that sometimes I was jealous of his steadfastness and pride, and you also did not limit his treatment and offer him to the greatest doctor, but he is the judge of God who has no Rad to judge.
But what caught my attention in your tragedy is the spirit of boredom and indignation I have experienced in all your actions since the death of your father.
And the heart of the ((torn)) that you will leave your father in his trade, and that is precisely the essence of the problem, a free man who is sure of his Lord and himself accepts the status quo with the same reassuring satisfied and sacrificed for others at the top of his happiness, as he returns to give without waiting for the interview and rest The heart has its only cause is the comfort of conscience!
Make sure that what happens to you from disturbing dreams and seeing you face your late brother, is a accumulation of feelings of guilt towards him and your ill-treatment and cruelty to him often without any justification !!
And make sure that the only thing that pleases him in his grave is to treat your mother and sisters well treated without boredom and does not drain!
Start yourself and read more of the Holy Quran and you will find the medicine
He who is clean from all sickness, by the grace of God (and we come down from the Qur'an, what is healing and mercy for the believers, and does not increase the oppressors except losses).
                                       Ahmed Abdel Latif El Naggar
                                               Adeeb Arabi

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


My aunt had already gone and Troy came back to my mother to meet her with tears and kiss her hands because he did not expect her presence, how he hugged his aunt's husband with great joy, that his fiancé's family was good people despite their poverty, that they loved him and respected him, and how he attended his friends from Cairo, Happy and tears do not leave his eyes !!
And that Haj Abdul Sattar owner of the shop in which he is the one who arranged for him Zafah and gave him a great reward for his activity and honesty.
And God, my friend, I heard all this and I felt remorse, and he stung me
My position of it!
But I pretended to ignore the subject and I knew from my wife that he would stay with his fiance's family after marriage until he found an apartment.
The days passed and Abdel Mohsen returned to visit his mother and sisters to tell them about his fiancé, his work and his life there, and he also told them that the pains of his side came back because of the long working hours. He went to the Amiri Hospital in Damietta and was treated by doctors and healed and thank God. I asked him what he did. He told me that he felt tired and went to the hospital and that they gave him medical tests. I tired him more. He took my heart out of his hand and took him to a big doctor. He asked for radiation and analysis. He tried to apologize because he was forced. To travel, I divided it Bal E not travel only after medical tests and analysis, and we went back to the doctor described his treatment and asked him full comfort.
I told him that he must return and work because he owes to Haj Abdul Sattar a part of the value of his money. He told him that he would not return to Damietta and that he would rest in the house and told everyone that I would spend all his money on him and I would invite his fiancée and his family to visit him here. He grabbed my hand and kissed me warmly and wished me to leave because his life was there. He would continue to treat me. I agreed to the train and gave him money. He refused to take it. He told me that he took his right and increased it. With its bread and food during the year V Education, also said if I have you
Right, I give it to your mother and sisters, then move the train and the picture of my brother Abdel Mohsen smiling in weakness does not leave me!
I went back to the house and I did not sleep at night, and in the morning was the first thing I did is that I telephoned Haj Abdul Sattar, who works with Abdul Mohsen to reassure him and told him that I will repay his religion and asked him to refuse his return to work and return to Cairo to improve his health, Wafa: I'll call you right now, we're waiting for you three hours later, stay for God ... stay for God!

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                                The face of my brother! 3
                                the third part
                                    By
                        Ahmed Abdel Latif El Naggar
                                 Adeeb Arabi

I told him that his sister Alkbari Suad gave it to him. I did not believe him and asked my sister, so she assured me that she bought it for him in installments from her salary when she noticed that he did not have an hour. Do not dare to ask me !!
But I also did not relax my mind and I doubted that she was defending him for her kindness to him. He ordered him to choose either to work in the shop or to cut off his relationship with this old friend, and he went silent, broken, because I told him that in front of the shop workers, and I trusted many customers and merchants from my neighbors. So stubborn and promised to the house in the evening, I did not find him and when I asked him knew that he traveled to Damietta to look for work and that borrowed money from his aunt, and I felt pain in my heart, but I
I pretended to be insulted and said out loud: in a shrewd!
I went back to the house at noon and Abdel Mohsen sat with my wife, my mother and my sisters around him and he was happy with him, and he got up confused when he came back to my house. He saw me, and the devil suddenly entwined me and made me feel ashamed of him and entered my room. My wife came behind me, and I cried out in her face. Abdel Mohsen sat for a few minutes, then asked for permission and left.
From my wife I knew that he was working at an importer for spare parts. I have been dealing with him for many years. He lives in a room in a popular neighborhood and this importer loves him and trusts in his trust and sends him to customs to redeem some of his work.
The mouse played in my game and I was afraid to put me in embarrassment with Haj Abdul Sattar. I called him and asked him about him. He said to me that he was born Sakra, and his face was acceptable and whenever I sent him on a mission that God pleased with his hands.
And God, my friend, I felt her watch with pride and jealousy together!
However, with the logic of the merchants, I made sure to assure Haj Abdul Sattar that I was not responsible for any of his actions. The man interrupted me and refused to listen to me. The call ended and my brother Abdel Mohsen came to Cairo once a month and continued to ignore him. But I insisted that all my conditions be fulfilled and that he stay away from his friends who are keen to visit them whenever he comes from Damietta and those who visit him there.
Two years later, my mother told me that Abdel Mohsin was associated with a salesgirl in the shop of Haj Abdul Sattar, that he wanted her sermon and asked for permission. I asked about the details, made sure that she was inappropriate and that her family level was very modest. I told my mother that your son wanted to bring me new shame. He did when he worked with one of those I deal with, and he could marry a better family than he is. He is the son of good people and refused to agree with determination!
A few days later, a letter came to me asking him to forgive him, saying that he did not know his father and asked me to attend his sermon. I answered him and came two weeks later and visited me in the shop. I did not receive him well, but he sat down with me and asked me, I shook my head to not !!
He stopped and before he left, he asked me to let his mother and sisters come, so that he would not appear in front of the family of his fiancée without people. Then he shook my head again and refused.
I cried for a long time I did not respond to her and announced my refusal to go to my sisters, Vbkin and I pity him to be alone on the day of his speech, I retreat, so installed stubbornness and threatened to go from them to Damietta boycotted,
My wife came to Damietta to give him the girl he had chosen for his heart, on behalf of my mother and to strike so that I was his head in the wall because God did not please me. Injustice, and because I said her injustice is small and large and I do not want to turn back my injustice!
 
 The fourth part after a few minutes, God willing
AHMED ALNAGAR

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                               The face of my brother!
                           The second part
                                By
                    Ahmed Abdel Latif El Naggar
                            Adeeb Arabi


I explained to myself that I wanted him to take responsibility for his benefit, but I was sometimes thinner and I see him a boy deprived of tenderness, never showed him this sympathy, and as he progressed in the study was more hours worked until I had no workers, my brother Abdul Mohsen He is the only assistant to me in the shop he opened since the early morning and stay until the end of the night on the holidays .. Therefore, you would be superior in his studies, but he succeeded, until the high school and the decline, invited the family and held a disciplinary meeting, which blamed him And then the devil was blinded in an idiotic moment and ended up slapping him He did not increase the heat of his face with his arms and shook his head and he cried out crying ("(Haa succeeded the good year, my brother ... shop bought my time, my brother))) .. I stopped beating him and I returned to my seat and my sisters, , And he withdrew to my mother's room.
And I went to the shop the next day, and did not attend my brother Abdul Mohsen in the afternoon as usual to sit in the shop, and expected not to attend and dispute me for several days and determined to reform and appease him, especially that he I did not get away with one bad word against me at the top of my insult to him and my aggressive!
When the time came at 3:00 pm, if my brother, Abdul Mohsen, hinted at me coming back from mexraa, he shook my head. He apologized for his delay. He went to the clinic asking for a cure for pain in his side!
Then I went to the biggest doctor in the evening and you go and rest. But he insisted that he sit in the shop instead of me. I left him and went home. In the evening I took him to the doctor. He gave him medicine and assured us of his condition.
When I started the study I offered to exempt him from work in the shop to devote himself to his studies, but he stubbornly refused. I saw him watching the night and he was standing in the shop during the day and his health waned from the heavy stress of work. The result of the exam was successful, but with a weak total he did not qualify to join the university. Above average I was finding more time to help me.
During that period, my relationship developed with a good development. I gave him a monthly stipend of LE 50 to organize his life, and one day he came to tell me that your brother was accompanied by a corrupt group of the institute's youth. They smoked cigarettes and approved the girls. That the devil had been seduced, and began to extend his hand to the money of the shop during my absence, and faced him so I cried: I am the son of a person like you and our father was a good man know God, how can I be a traitor ?! .. And for whom? . My brother who raised me and in the money of my family, where my mother and sister live, who are still in the university ?!
So I put the subject down, but I started to watch him, so I do not find anything useful to him. He prays the prayers in his time, does not smoke, and always cares about his brothers, the girls, and judges their wives, and he takes care of the children of those who are married to them. Sabra to return to my natural state!
So the days passed before he finished his studies at the Institute and got the certificate and the period of military service.
During this period, my business was successful and settled and got rid of all the trouble. I furnished my spacious apartment and bought a car. I started to rest for the future. I also bought the shop next to me and added it to my house. I had two paid workers. My brother Abdel Mohsen returned to help me. That I
I want him to devote himself to the shop because he has a legitimate share in it. He said to me that he considers me his father and the father to choose his son the best and what is in his favor, and we agreed to work in the shop and started work with great vigor and activity. Within the limits of what he possessed, I gave him half the salary of the worker and was satisfied that he had money and became dependent on him in many works.
Suddenly, the old whispers came back to me because of the few friends I saw as corrupt. I saw them as good. They were his colleagues from childhood to the institute, and I was uncomfortable with them and I doubt their behavior and I am afraid of them. I advised him to stay away from them and tell him what is not. I control the behavior of others and that I wanted God and these friends since childhood!