The mother spoke with her son, who works in an Arab country, and told him about her longing for him and that she would not be able to separate from him more than that. The absence has been long and exhausted by separation and an affliction thrown into her liver.
He said to her that I am mother, every day I long to meet you, but work here does not allow me to leave The country and that I was tormented a lot until I settled in my work and here the workers are many from India and East Asia.
The work is to have a miserable slave, trampled, and his wife. The family is a benevolent family, they do not have halal or haram, and their religion and beliefs carry with him a piece of stone to worship on it, so they are the ones who are desired.
Unfortunately, here, my mother, you have to come to visit me and stay with me for a while so that I can be satisfied with your vision and smell your sweet scent and kiss your pure hands The mother agreed to visit her son because She missed him a lot, and he booked her a plane ticket from him and gave her the time for the plane to take off.
The mother went to the airport before the plane was scheduled and waited for the plane until she got on board with joy in her eyes. The plane took off and after the plane arrived, her son was waiting for her, eager to meet his mother.
Those in the reception almost gathered them all in the pupil of her eye so that she would not get lost from her son until she looked closely and her eyes fixed and her heartbeat increased and she waved her hands raised I am here, my son and came running hurriedly hugging his mother and she hugged him and smelled his scent and tears falling from her eyes perfumed and hot and he kissed her pure hands and looked into her eyes She radiates with love and joy, embraces him, puts her head on his shoulders, and eagerly feels all the senses of his face, inspecting the demarcation of the one who was born and raised until he grew up, and a car will drive to his house, and the mother entered looking To my empty house of tenderness and love, full of lonely alienation and its simple furniture, and to the place where food is prepared, where there is no food smell, and she turned to him and said, “This is how you live, my son, on fast food, because I only see pizza boxes and dry cans.
” What you lived and built in your youth in your country you lose here. Even talking, my mother used to live in a simple neighborhood in order to save money. This neighborhood lives in a lot of expatriate workers of all nationalities. In the morning everyone goes to work and in the evening they return to their homes. It is only an hour or two as if you live in a ghost area that only moans and snoring of tired bodies can be heard. On the first morning, he spoke to his mother that he goes to work and takes a vacation for hours and returns home. The mother began to wander around the house and got ready. She wants to go out to buy some vegetables to surprise her son with some food.
The one he loved, I went out of the house and surveyed the house from the outside and the neighboring houses in order to know the way back, and I started looking in the neighborhood for any grocery or vegetable store, but did not find in the neighborhood and began to delve deeper into the area to see any woman She asks her and whenever she meets a man or a woman to ask them that they do not know her language and they leave her and follow and she starts talking to herself. Isn’t I in an Arab country where do the owners of this country live? She was surprised to find a large complex in front of her, where many people and cars enter. An old man to buy some vegetables, and if a woman whose face was filled with yolk and black came running bumping with her and I turned to her to apologize to her.
The Arab sponsor came to this Indian woman and heard her insulting me and did not move a finger and insult me while I looked around, saying that I am a guest from an Arab country, except for someone who is generous, to keep this woman away from me, and even her owner patted her shoulders. Arab origins, and an old man came and said to me, “Come with me, woman, and take me out from among the crowds of people.” He said to me, “Where are you from?” I said, “You are from the Arab countries.” In a country that has lost its identity and has no nationality, and that their nanny, maid, and lover is the Filipino and Indian, maintain your Arab identity and go back to your country. We have become Arabs in name only in identity. And when her son came, she told him what happened to her, and he said to her, “Why did you go out, Mom, do you know that I was late at work and I could not take permission, because my teacher is a Filipino, and the owner of the work is Indian?” Owners of this country, except on television or tourism in foreign countries.
I have accepted insults from the lowest peoples many times, pride, dignity and patience for the sake of a living, but I am patient with the insult of my pure, authentic Arab mother from our Indian woman. No, my mother, I live and work for your dignity. We have to go back and go back to our country. It is true that our country is poor, but it is full of pride and dignity, and people are still on divine instinct, love and affection. No, for a country that makes me lose my Arab origins, customs and traditions, and that I am the grandson of Omar and Khaled, and my Arabism is from the plan of the first middle The alphabet, religious and doctrinal title is the title of tolerance, purity, equality and freedom.
Mohamed Al-Youssef..
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