I'm alone

All Rights Reserved ©

Summary

A story set in an Egyptian village that discusses philosophical concepts including alienation, sexuality, mobility, five insanity, suicide and insanity.

Genre:
Mystery / Thriller
Author:
Elsaied
Status:
Complete
Chapters:
7
Rating:
5.0 2 reviews
Age Rating:
18+

Dusk

I was reading a strange paper that I found dumped in my friend Magdy’s house. I don’t know who wrote it. It had a poem entitled “Dusk”

In my heart the souls of the world sometimes recover

I am the diver in Noonan thoughts and Vanilla feelings

Despite the suspicion of prison, I am in loneliness.

Take the trains between cities

High with real drugs in the pocket of the blue horizon

The hungry rain of a strange thirsty mouth pours down.

Light a cigarette at the end of the cart

The air between her two doors reminds me of eternity

While my head sails through the silent country with the man standing in front of me on the ground.

Big Perceptions Aggravate With Drinking Beer “Saqqara”

As if it comes out of its joints like a cow eating and drinking back to his home.

No hero in the sunset lectures my heart except a dying mirage

The opium was flushed under the tongue with numbness

And the random straw that I jump off so that my wings don’t rust.

Our country is strange to us, but it is warm

And the warmest thing in the hearts of scum.

Although I do not believe in anything and uprooted my existence from the world

However, I want to confess to someone about my orange visions

Yes, I want to confess in front of a flower or an empty tomb.

I scavenge the music because it is a tacit admission of the corruption of the poem sometimes

And above the walls in every kingdom.

I did not know which poets were and we asked each other, but none of us knew.

Ahmed said: He talks about loneliness, death and wandering in it

I replied: But what is the meaning of this Dusk?

Mazen said: Collect dusk

Ibrahim said: It suggests to me a darkness like the torment of the grave

Magdy said after laughing a lot, “Do you think someone is going to hit me in the grave?”

Ibrahim answered: But it is in religion!

Magdy said: We have nothing to do with religion and what is in it

And we all laughed while Islam was standing up and told me, ’Let’s go, let’s go. We all smiled and went down. The city, from a small family, but he formed many relationships with the elders of the village, he was corrupt and he sold in sociology, hypocrisy, and as a result of that he knew a lot about brothels and their visitors. Even though it is a black comedy.

I went to him at his house on the outskirts of the village and he told me that he wanted me to go with him to have fun, so I agreed. Every two minutes he was giving peace or returning the greeting and he told me that this was a camouflage so that no one knew my intellectual inclinations. We were banished in the village with infidels with some friends as well.

We were in early December with the wind blowing our faces; the breezes were cold and wispy

I said to him: Do you trust this man to whom we are going?

He violently said: Yes, of course, he knows many women who are socially, culturally and financially low, and he will bring me a good woman. I am very thirsty for sex. He does not only have women, but he has all kinds of prohibitions in the country: hashish, Viagra and Tramadol - it is the encyclopedia of forbidden haha.

I turned my face to the scenery of the picturesque farmland, and my eyes started to tear up. We entered one of the agricultural roads and said, adding: He is one of the greedy, but we will take our interest and leave.

We arrived at the house, and it is a house on the edge of the other village that has no easy ways to reach, so that if someone from the police who often used to go there also to meet their physical needs, his name was Fathi, and he was a person who seemed to be quick and his job as a pimp appeared on him and his verbal ability was very welcome.

And he said: Oh hello, oh hello, Islam

And he looked at me and said: Hey, who are the beautiful?

I told him my name: Shams

And Islam replied: He is my friend, do not worry about him

He said: Who wants the woman?

Islam said: No, I am as usual

He laughed and said: You are never satisfied

Islam said: I want him some hashish

dark is about to come, and I went to this village before with some classmates in the school to steal berries from its neighborhood, and a lot happened when I went to steal berries in the meantime when I was a child, I found a woman washing her breasts and they were very dark in the Nile. It was the first time I saw bodies. Naked for my friends who were stripped, went to bathe, and then my mother was mad for not coming home and they called for us in the mosque of my village.

The pimp is a man who does not know his origin or religion, he hunts women in a literal way, the women who need money from peasant women or obese, ugly women who are loathed by everyone so that whoever wants to work with them sometimes without money at all. Prison before.

As we were walking home, I thought what would excite this man to continue his life or raise Islam? They are completely empty things of value for me, but they are very important to them. From psychoanalysis books. We walked until we reached the threshold of the house. Dark was honored and it was the right time because the village has no electricity and no one knows who is doing what? Islam nodded to me to take my mind off my wallet well because it might be stolen and he gave me his wallet too and said to me, “Take your mind Well, it is our value here. The man took it to the woman, and there was a transparent light of the moon passing through the window on her, naked and her body a little full, but her face was not visible.

He said to him: Here it is and we will be held accountable after it ends

And he closed the door on them and took me to another room and spread a cloth

And he told me: How much hashish do you want? Fear not, nobody else is here

The cloth has large brushes of malleable grass and the scent is deliciously fragrant.

I told him: For two hundred pounds, he cut a penknife with what would fit the money and gave it to me

He told me: Sit here until your friend is finished

I sat looking at the place, completely filled with old things and with smoke from cigarettes, hashish and banjo smelling so much.

He told me: Take this cigarette as a gift, a token of love

She smiled and said to him: I accept your deposit

I took it with love and he told me: You haven’t interested in women? If you want I have men also

We heard the woman’s groaning, her voice rough and Islam confiscating her groaning and telling her: Why did you scream so much? Am I too strong for you?

The pimp said: She is also drunk, her husband does not sleep with her Hahaha, and he kept silent and said: Here are the lowest possible prices, you will not find them anywhere else

So I told him: Hashish is strong and good

He said: I do not know that I would live without him

I want to talk to him and try to analyze him psychologically and enter and penetrate deep inside, but I wanted to remain silent in order not to cause any problem to Islam, a world that is very strange to me, although I am coming, I was indifferent, but now I am excited, perhaps because of hashish, but how much he must smoke it so that I can interrogate him.

Islam came out and his clothes were not well arranged, so the pimp told him: What do you think? I think it’s very good

Islam said: Yes, I was satisfied

He gave him money and we left quickly, his face had changed, and I felt that he was coming to life unlike what we were before we entered this house. We kneeled silently until he spoke and said: Strange thing about sex affects my psyche severely, I feel that I am alive in it

Haze him: This is very normal

He said: A good woman knows sex and its thirst made her more beautiful, it is nice to feel that you are coveted; it is almost the pleasure of many people, devoid of even sex.

I did not want to talk to him about the morality of the matter, nor about his exploitation of the weakness and weakness of the substance of the woman in order not to spoil his euphoria without success, for he is good at religious justification and other justifications, as he justifies everything he does in major terms and until now after our friendship for years I do not know his identity or belief, but as a person who justifies To others, what they always do, and the isthmus between his actions and words I did not speak, but I attribute all of this to his escape from mental illness, as his sister was ill and committed suicide shortly after the panic attacks.

He is driving violently and quickly, so I said to him: Calm down a little, it does not need all this speed and the road is not good

He said: Do not be afraid, we will not die. I am good at driving

I said to him: Not for fear of death, but not after all I did in my life, I would die because of a motorcycle. How absurd is this?

He laughed and we laughed excessively together and drove so fast and the sound of the motorcycle was moaning and the insults coming from the cars on the road to us and the air scorching our faces

Continue Reading Next Chapter
Further Recommendations

Candice: Loved this book! Awesome job!

seaena7051: Very intriguing. Had me from the start to finish. Love the ending. Very good with capturing that in moment feelings. Would recommend.

breid818: I liked the story line and cast of characters. Punctuation & sentence structure needs some work. Looking forward to the next book.

sokneeuh: Great read. Will definitely recommend!

Bridgette: I had to read the sequel because there was one and equally as intriguing you just need to work on the mixing up of character his is done what and it was a whole character name change. Other than those grammatical issues it’s still a really good book

shelleypearce1978: I really enjoyed the story hope you write a sequel to the story❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️👍👍👍👍👏👏👏👏👏👏👏❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

Cassandra Louise Riddell: I’m loving this book

missmila: The story keeps me on the edge of my chair. Can't put it away. Don't want to waste time to write a comment after a chapter just want to read on and on and on. There's mystery, romance, fear, courage. Just WOW!!!

More Recommendations

Estnoncaritas: Good reading

Mel: This story is soooooooo good!!!! Ughhhh I'm slowing falling for Eli, though Presley isn't far behind. Great job, hun!!! Please keep writing when you have a chance ☺

lauraw98: I loved this story I want more

Jennifer Leigh Anne Ciliska: Wow very exciting loved it thank you for sharing your story with me

homemadebylisa: This was a very well put together read🥰

About Us

Inkitt is the world’s first reader-powered publisher, providing a platform to discover hidden talents and turn them into globally successful authors. Write captivating stories, read enchanting novels, and we’ll publish the books our readers love most on our sister app, GALATEA and other formats.