He was on a high hill with the wind clapping his loose robes while chanting:
The dearest place in DNA is a swimming saddle
And the best sitting in time iPad

She interrupted him saying:
Hey, Father Al-Tayeb, we have saved this house from you like this
The dearest place in DNA is a swimming saddle
And the best sitting in time is a book

He looked at me as if it worsened.
He replied to me, saying:
That day was when the book was the medium of reading and not anything else, but now you are in the time of eBook Readers

Hello, I did not hear it, but I thought it was from his stupidity, so I saw that I would return the money to him with something similar, so I said to him:
Your time is not more than the time of leather and feathered inkwells, and I see you talking to me about the iPad and the Kindle, so on yourself!

He prejudiced himself as if he wanted my satire, but he retreated to the certainty that I am too small to immortalize his poetry, even with satire
Then he added a questioner:
Do you know who was the first to cry in the ruins?

I answered him ecstatically:
That man Qiyas saying
We stood up from the memory of my beloved and a house

He chuckled so loud that it filled me with rage and said:
The house is not like this but rather
Standing back from the memory of the iPod, iPad and Deraa, they did not excuse their usual drawing

And he added, as if he wanted to shorten the time and fold it in an instant, starting with the first wailing over the ruins until the day he was killed, to say to me:
Do you know how missed Al-Asadi was able to kill me on the night of Eid Al-Adha?

I simply answered him:
Eyes spotted you and told him about you!
I was amazed that he did not laugh at me this time, and I realized that he was killing him and perhaps he did not want to bring sad memories.

And he responded to me:
Damn it is GPS

I asked him:
Do you mean positioning?

He replied:
Yes, on that day, I forgot to close it, so the mean was able to locate me and attack me with his housemaid.

At that time, I start to cry in a way that informs about the weakness of the human soul, even if I drink vanity and pride.

So I said to him to console him:
O Abu al-Tayeb, even if you die, your poems and eloquent judgment have not died and are still being passed on from generation to generation. I will ask the iPhone Islam team to create a program for iPhone and iPad that contains all your poems in honor of your memory

He interrupted me, saying:
And from the iPhone Islam? Are they from the Bani Hamdan, the masters of the sword and pen?

I thought that it was chivalrous not to interrupt his beautiful series of memories with an answer that might not be successful.
I answered him:
Yes, they are among them, but they did not participate in any of their wars

He sang from the eyes of his wisdom:
Had it not been for the hardship, all of the people would have prevailed
Generosity impoverishes and courage to fight

While we are, as he screams and wails I pull his sword
And he shouted at me, saying:
He is a woe to his mother.

And if the damask is heading towards me and striking me with his sword on my hamstring, to wake up from my sleep to the screaming of my two-year-old daughter (her father's mother), who is two years old, is standing on my head and calling for woe and bullets because the iPhone battery has run out before completing her favorite song, and I thank God that it was a blow to my head. .

Written by: Abu Moaz Al Ameri (Shepherd)
Directed by: Ahmed Bafqih

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