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Feb 2015
كنا نقف ,                                                                                                                      اثناء المطر ,                                                                                                                  تحت الداراويند                                                                                                                ليمنع عنا سقوط المطر ...                                                                                                    كانت كل المزاريب المفتوحة                                                                                                 تتدفق من كل الابنية على زواريب الحي ...                                                                               كانت امي ترسلني احيانا او                                                                                                  جدتي بالطنجرة                                                                                                                كي اضعها تحت المزراب لتملأ ماء                                                                                        كي تصنع به حساء العدس المجروش                                                                                                                   في الشتاء ...                                                                                                               كان لكل البيوت القديمة داراويندات من الاعلى                                                                       لتمنع تدفق الماء لداخل البيوت ...                                                                                       كانت الحياة بسيطة و                                                                                                     كان الخير في كل مكان ...                                                                                               تغيرت الايام و تم هدم كل البيوت القديمة                                                                              و صار بدلا عنها ابنية يقال انها تشبه                                                                                 علب اعواد الثقاب ...                                                                                                      الله يرحم ايام زمان ...                                                                                                    اين ذهبت تلك الدرويندات الجميلة                                                                                       و اين ذهبت كل المزاريب ؟!                                                                                            حقا لم يعد طعم حساء العدس مجروش                                                                                 كما كان ايام زمان                                                                                                        لأن كل شيء قد تغير الى الابد                                                                                          حتى نحن ....                                                                                                              ___________________­_
Written by
Mohammad Skati
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