TweetA mystery love story, of a young schoolboy trapped in his imaginations! The Village: I was born either on the First of August or the First of October it depends on my official certificate and family stories. This doubt carried on to the rest of my life. My village Meet Swaid was small with one street, one river, one bridge, one mosque, and one school. The village resting on the bank of the Egyptian Nile delta. The narrow streets, the mud and windless houses connected like an old stalled cargo train. People’s lifestyles hadn’t changed that much since the time of the pharaohs, and local demographers couldn’t find any dramatic…
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Dogs don’t chase Village Fools …!!
Tweet My Old House in the village as stands NOW In our village, dogs chased kids and kids chased Rafut: The village fool , as he was known to everyone, a middle age well built man, a stranger, and outsider, he wasn’t one of the locals, no family, no address and no last name. You never seen him in the fields or at the barber shop, Only showed up in weddings and funerals, for free handout of food, in the street, kids paraded him with insults…
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An Egyptian on a mission to draw a smile on every child’s face
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