Who killed Che Guevara

By Jamal Bouhassoun

The Trick

Ideas and theories have emerged in the last century that people believed were salvation. But the developments of the century in which we live have proven to some that the ideas of the last century were merely dreams entertained by ordinary people. But it was too late when some discovered that people were living somewhere on this

• Language: English
• Publisher: Jamal Bouhassoun
• Release date: Jan 8, 2021
• ISBN: 9781649903679

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Early Real Love

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ne of the villages like its sisters was not isolated in its nostalgia, and it was not bound in its catch up. Instead, it was kept somewhat away from time close to promises. The peasants hoped for better seasons, and so the vineyard remained home in Abu Median’s nostalgia for the past. The only cow they owned was perhaps more than a vineyard for Abu Median`s wife in her loneliness and patience. If she wanted to share gifts of neighbors’ joys, she took what she sold from the cow’s production, and if she wanted to share the conversation with her neighbors, she proudly talked about the cow’s abundant giving, and if she wanted to complain about her concerns, she talked to the cow: Median said he will go to Libya, for whom do we tire and suffer?

Then she turned her face and smiled: What if someone heard? She resumed, however, as if she wanted someone to hear her words: He believed Gaddafi pays more than you? she said while milking the cow.

The idea of a homeland was not developed in the minds of the children either, but they felt the pain of the homeland whenever their small house became narrow for them. This is why Munira married her cousin to escape the distress. She found another prison in Al-Hosh. After losing her ability to stand loneliness, she spent two months in Libya and returned pregnant to spend the rest of the year in her family’s house.

She said, Oh, my sister, Libya is difficult; look at Sameh. For ten years, he could not build a room in the country.

She continued on another topic without separating the two phrases: We have not heard from my aunt Aum Isam. Do you know what happened?

Her younger sister got embarrassed and looked to the ground, but her mother sighed and answered: When fortune comes.

Mulham, the youngest child, asked, When will our fortune come? What is meant here is marriage"

Everyone laughed, but his mother scolded him, Shut up.

She did not want her daughter’s distress to evaporate into laughter. This big distress, even if it meant something to Abu Median, concerns her alone. It is sadness and joy that will remain in her chest until the last day of her life. She went out of the room and the little boy joined her. She had to cross the yard to be able to turn around and enter the guest room.

Good afternoon.

Goodness, insha`allah, It is like: What is now? He replied and then he turned to Mulham and said, How is school, boy?"

Today I scored the highest in math.

Oh, our happiness, but with a smile that allowed Aum Median the opportunity to speak:

Say something to the Median; he wants to leave us and travel to Libya.

It is all your fault. He’ll run away. All day saying … sit, shut up and don’t do this or don’t go there!

Listen to this talk! They told me Samer is a Communist and does not believe in God.

What do you need with this philosophizing lab lab lab

And he is four years older than our son, but you are negative.

Ha ha! And who told you that word?

Samer said that my father is negative.

That’s right. Communists use this word. So, he is visiting Samer?

"La Aum Samer visited me and said that while Median was at home, a guest came from the city and met Samer for more than three hours and they repeated this word negative."

What else did they say?

The guest said the situation is bad in Libya.

Is our situation much better?

If you don’t talk to him, I’ll go ask comrade Saleh.

What can he do for our son?

He knows how to talk with him.

He doesn’t have any other shoes. What a state official!

Mulhem took the opportunity of silence, without knowing that his father’s silence revealed a bundle of pain. His father woke up more than once at night, often thinking of the coming nights. His mother talked to the cow. Mulham believed that the cause of their facial wrinkles was old age, but he did not realize that it was a consequence of the cruelty of days. Afterwards no one would be able to realize the facts as he would. Every night, his dreams expanded like the expansion of the surrounding buildings, which trespassed the borders of his room, into houses separated by areas of willow trees. He saw the grooves of a pit in which the waterwalk passed the path of fancy New Lovers, where the horizon took them back to the open skyline of Al-Zahra, just as he imagined it—oases, creeks, and poems. He was still young, and the road ahead was long, but his wishes could be summed up only by writing.

He said, Dad, the father listened without paying attention, I want to become an engineer.

Excellent.

I will build a house.

His father repeated the same word with a clearer and longer tone, Excellent.

Our house is too small.

Look at the Wawy (Jackal).

My darling, you will become very smart, Mother said it after she put her hand on the little one’s head.

What do you mean? I am not smart?

That is not what I meant!

Get up and take the boy. Tomorrow we have a funeral outside the town. and I want to get to sleep early.

After a few weeks, the intelligence forces captured Samer with eleven others and