strange man

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A short story about that strange man, and the man rises from his slumber, shakes off the dust of years, curses the hardships of life, overcomes oppression and poverty with patience and perseverance, and goes to practice his work there in the crowded city and the effervescence of characters and the overwhelming chaos that sweeps every corner and corner. He finds a humble place for him to lurk in. He sits squatting because of the lack of space. He leans on his slender body to the void. The patch of land that he spreads on the sidewalk has no walls. He is indifferent to the blazing sun. He is the warrior, despite his old age, withstanding strong in the face of the winds and the consequences of the pavement laden with dirt and garbage.He came to this place early and sat on the ground, in shabby clothes and a thin body curved by time, and the features of a face overshadowed by a vague terrain, and his hands were clearly emaciated, their appearance very wrinkled and complex, the man came in pursuit of his livelihood, and left behind wide mouths like beaks Young birds, waiting for someone to put something in them to satisfy their hunger. Perhaps it was the legend of this time, for the hard work and hard work thrives in his veins, he never knew weakness and did not despair, and if his body knew weakness, he would not have the option to admit it, he shortened the time and left behind his seventy years of age for a halal livelihood and striving for a better life. And here I am, energetically heading to where that man is throwing his tiny body in the midst of this utter chaos, I feel a sense of elation that there is a subject worthy of publication,I had no doubt that I might not find a trace of it. I made my steps as if I was in front of a press scoop. I am afraid that someone else will find a way to him, so I am deprived of holding that expected meeting. I am steps away from the place where I will meet him, but I do not see that man. Was the sun inflamed his body or tired of the hustle and bustle so he decided to leave early, or did he move to A place that may be more economical and safer, and it may be prevented from practicing its craft on the sidewalk. These and other questions came to me within a few meters of his whereabouts, but.. there is no sign of his presence or even anything indicating that he was in the place recently. And I went to ask about him the owner of the shop next to his whereabouts, and I said to him: Where did the old man, the repairer of the..?I was confused as I listened to what the shop owner was saying, my tongue was astonished, he spoke in a correct and understandable language, but I found that it did not mean anything, and I did not expect to hear what I heard, saying that the man had passed to God’s mercy, and to my great surprise and the severity of my sadness, I stuttered and barely I was able to tell him to the mercy of God, and I missed asking him about the circumstances of his death. And I left the place and did not turn behind me and started to complete with words that are not connected and do not mean anything. He was a good example for the patient struggler, and whoever was fortunate enough to meet him while he was alive learned a lot from him. Patience and endurance are the least we can call that man, and it is one of the priorities of what can be a platform for work in this life, and an eloquent lesson To move forward towards a better life and a better future.