When the queen loves

Without address

How many times I tried, but without success ... to the point that I accused myself of insanity or dementia !? Y Is it reasonable for a person to attach all this attachment to a mere (old bathroom) !!!!!!!!!! I know that

The surprise is shocking! But it is the whole truth .. I could never forget that one day (the bathroom

The old) who was in my grandmother's house for more than twenty-five years !!! It was an old house

And it seemed to the viewer from far, dilapidated .. But I always felt that my soul is crouching in this place!

As if it was another world inside the outside world..I did not find myself until I was visiting my grandmother in her house

The old, I used to wander around the house and see every corner of it as if it was an artifact dug by the hand of history

On her body, she covered events, stories and stories of bygone times, in which all stories of love and war were covered This is how I felt and felt! I used to see the house strong and lofty, as if it were defying time !, and that was

The broad walls grabbed my heart with their sharp claws of fear mixed with fondness and clinging to the place !?

Strange feeling !!! I always increased my attachment to the place .. and I always asked my mother to leave me dad

Two or three nights at my grandmother's, and I spend my night eagerly listening to the thirsty that we have exhausted

Her sweet, magical stories that used to take me to worlds into which we dived into and out with pearls And treasures, and on most of the nights that I spent in my grandmother's house, I used to spend my nights wandering around

The large, spacious rooms that were wrapped inside the house and surrounded like a bracelet around the girl's wrist.

I always contemplated the wooden chairs in each room, which were clad in carved fabric

Brightly colored, decorated like the wings of a cheerful butterfly, proud of its colors ... and my grandmother used to tell

She weaves that cladding with her hand to keep the stacked sofas from damage But one thing

Just he was always snatching my mind and ruining it to fly it away from the whole place? ... so he pays his ball

All goals is his only goal! And I always stand by, dazzled .. and dumbfounded For dazzled or dazzled !!! What does he feel and see? .. Here he was at the end of the long hallway

(The bathroom) was an old bath ... and it was located on the right side along the corridor .. and I was walking in

This long corridor was as if I was traveling in ... as if it was the basement or trench of the pit of a war soldier

The ancients ... I keep walking in this corridor until I have a feeling mixed between awe and desire Awe

Of the mystery wraps this pigeon in its gray cloak that scatters its burning ashes around

His body was worn out and sturdy at the same time .. and a desire to explore what is wandering and arriving in my mind

From vague ideas that cleave deeply in me about this mystery surrounding that bathroom and that

I could feel it when I stand at its door and then it grows stronger as I get closer to it, and my thoughts fly To race in the wind in a desperate attempt to decipher the mystery that is clearly embodied in front of me whenever I get close

Who is this pigeon !!? Finally, I find myself face to face at the gate of the huge wooden lions.

As if it is one of the crossing gates to the other side of the world! Or for a historical era that did not and will not be written

In the history books? Another world. A world of a special kind .. I was always astonished as I meditated

Walls dyed with dark night black, every piece inside was enveloped by the dark black that appears Among its folds was a faint, shivering light, like the dawn of the dawn in the midst of a wild black storm.

He used to illuminate the bathroom to break this dark blackness. I was shaken as strong as a scream

Muffled in the depths of a supplicant, I escaped from the sound of fear and fear! I frightened him a lot and almost fear

I was uprooted in a wild storm, as I contemplated its charred walls, especially the roof of the high distant Too much, covered in long woody veins, I could barely bear what was in my chest.

Then I was filled with emotions in the form of crashing waves to throw me away on a beach

Magic, fantasy and the world of myths! A wondrous flash shines inside me that invades me without my permission

Opens doors of endless questions that do not stop at any point? ... that feeling accompanies us

The eternal, in which the attachment to the place, the fondness for it, the fear of it and the panic are mixed at the same time !!!

At that time, images appear in front of me as if they are ghosts from the past that came to prophesy secrets that happened before No one knows it on the face of the earth .. And other secrets will happen ,, not and will not occur to anyone on the mind ,,

I immediately remember the words of my grandmother pouring into my ears when I asked her, and her words were

Like a sweet tune, which my ears always cheered for ... when my grandmother told me, when I asked her, eagerness dripped

From my mouth as it drips hungry toys and spills inside his mouth ..

--- Tell me, grandma, please answer me

So she stretched her hand with excessive tenderness to my head and began to wipe her hand over my hair, so her hand was like a pillow from Ostrich feathers sweetly covered my head and flashed in her eyes a frightening sparkle and the tone of the prophet who realized What must be answered, saying: - What do I answer you, my little girl? I see waterfalls from eagerness falling from your eyes ... if not disappointed My guess .. you want to know the secret (your grandmother's bathroom), right? So I looked at her empty-mouthed, holding my tongue in astonishment and clamping it to a rusty lock Refusing to open or to surrender to break the siege on the door ... I said. --- Did you know what has been on my mind for a while?

She smiled, slightly trembling her lips, saying: --- Lord of a state that is clearer than a tongue .. Your tongue, my daughter, disclosed you and said you did not hesitate a lot in saying .. My grandmother always saw me standing meditating on the door of the bathroom or inside it ... and I was the one who was I suppose I am forfeiting the moments that I look at this mysterious building as a skilled thief ... and my grandmother told me The mysterious secret that many people cherished, and it was nailed at night on summer nights under the light The moon tells about the ancient well, at which a mysterious story occurred in distant times and years The absentee ... a story no one knows the details of ... but it is said that a fairy fell in love with a beautiful young man who used to come to the well Every night, he looked to see his beautiful face on the water page, so her mysterious, magical world took him and lived

With him a whole life in a story of passion and love that no human has ever tasted .. All the words of poets and stories fail

Writers for a recipe! .. Even it is said that its people searched for him for a long time when he suddenly disappeared, they did not give up

Prosecutors rumored or perhaps believed that he fell drowning in the well .. but they never found a trace of him! ... and it was

In the past, people say that when he was longing for his family, the fairy used to bring him to see them, but without Nobody feels it, not even his family, and some say that he sees from afar, it looks like a ghost every night

Where the moon completes and becomes full on the fourteenth of every month.

Then my grandmother sighed for a long time, as if she was echoing a sound coming from afar for those years

That went on ... as if it was a fingerprint of voice resonating throughout the vast history books

She was covered in dust and memories accumulated on her, and she continued with me, and confusion filled her tones Some used to say that it was an old story of revenge between one of the brothers .. It is said that one of them killed the other after

A big disagreement occurred between them. One of the two brothers buried the brothers inside this old well, and then fled afterwards

And he disappeared, and no one has seen him since! The strangest thing is that no one has discovered a place for the body and has not seen it.

My grandmother looked at me and a tear of sadness flashed in her eye, like the first ray of the sun when its light rose.

First on earth and she said tenderly mixed with baffled and pain

I heard many, many rumors from my mother's father .. They said and they said well I have heard from all the people of the neighborhood more than what we should hear and more than what should be said about him The stories that happened in that well that no one knows its secret .. So what did my grandmother respond to her imagination? Her eyes looked away, she was riding the horse of her imagination and riding her longing which breathed her. With all the breath and passion I hadn't seen her paint like an artist on her face saying: --- But we were always when we were young. We used to feel a lot sitting at this good level .. We didn't like to play or have funExcept about that well, we all felt a strange feeling ... adults and children, we do not know its source ... until

I came that day and bought my father the piece of land on which the well was above after its water dried up and dried up. .and then ..................

So my grandmother suddenly interrupted him and continued what she wanted and linked from her speech, as if the decisive moment had come with eager

A rocket burst out, saying:

- Then build the bathroom at the site of the well .. right? --- My grandmother laughed and understood what I was throwing from my speech ... and with some firmness, she answered me, saying:

--- I see that you, my little girl, have given the topic more than it deserves of your attention ... it's just

Old tales that bear the right error .. Suddenly, in an attempt to end the conversation The one who revolved between us about the secret of the old bath, or more precisely the secret of the well that was in its place ..

We thought she had recounted my thirst and thirst to explore this mystery and decipher the codes

This charming and bewildering puzzle that has always blown my heart and soul together to take them where they are

To approve! Let me enter the mysterious world, whose fires were burning with eagerness and mystery whenever I stood before

The door of this bathroom, or I contemplated it from within!? .. All this was standing before my eyes as I looked at the bathroom from The interior is static, moving, clear and mysterious, luminous and faded images ... to all that my grandmother told me

And all I felt about that magic, awe and mystery, a lot after I heard what she told me

My grandmother often felt that this well would suddenly erupt from under my feet that this well would explode

In anger of the number and length of those past years, she poured into the bathroom, announcing her rebellion against all

I went past and when I was going to touch me with all the truth and announce to me in the persistence and steadfastness of the battle commander

From all her secrets that she hid from the ears and concealed from the eyes of the breathlessly prying eyesTo find out what is hidden from the news, events and hidden phenomena that may be extraordinary

!!!I waited too much

..But none of this or that happened .. and questions kept blowing my head, dread.

Until its water overflowed and flowed around it, and my confusion increased and my passion increased with it until it sank in

The bottom of my heart clung to it. A hungry infant clung to the breast of a nation where I could never release it .. I tried to

I convinced myself that under the construction of this bath is just an old well, whose water has dried up with the passage of time and has disappeared But it is in vain ... as if my eagerness has not yet quenched its thirst and my confusion has not been extinguished after its fire

The raging .. The secret of this pigeon remained dark and without the slightest explanation .. It remained far from all

Trying to be close to everything that is strange and suspicious .. It is something mythical in character ..

And I grew up and grew the mysterious secret inside of me where I could never find an explanation for it .. and I left my town

The small one, in all its simplicity, purity and meekness .. said farewell to birds, trees and small houses

Even the water of the canal, and I called it after I drowned it with my tears, and nearly a hundred poured out with love for tenderness .. and I bid farewell With all that my beloved, affectionate grandmother .. And her tears dug, which wet my cheeks when I bid her farewell A place that does not erase over my cheeks. Whenever I feel it, I feel my grandmother's tears flowing as fresh as a lady The moment is like a flower whose buds were dampened by dew and smelled with its fresh scent to perfume the universe! I went with my family to the bustling city, with all its lights and noise, its mess and fun ... but my heart He did not leave .. He remained firm, nestled in the folds of memories, within the folds of every grain of sand we were playing.

Above it in our small town ... and the secret that I left behind remained and I traveled like a high wall in front of me, I could not

One day I would either jump over it or even dare to climb .. I saw in the city what I had not thought of

Pal before .. I saw luxurious palaces (villas) and high-rise buildings, of great consistency

And the dazzling that must grab the eye of the beholder at first glance .. it was our new home that I owned My family is a very rich house, especially after my father was promoted to his new position at work and his salary increased Our financial condition has improved significantly! Indeed, we have bought a new car .. I was looking at our home As I always do every corner of it was uttering the new richness that has been blown on us ... spacious rooms Large, dazzling, expensive furniture and furnishings every corner of the house has been placed An antique, a vase, or an expensive antique piece was placed in the corners of the house, stubbornly steadfast as if

Each masterpiece challenged me when I looked at it and contemplated it, as if its tongue were comparing it to my past

And it boasts in front of his majesty and beauty .. but unfortunately I have never forgotten? I was not affected by everything new and valuable

My eyes saw him, but my heart did not see him! It did not touch my sentiments, but rather did not stir my curiosity. It did not raise my questions.

I was deprived of the magical mystery that I was blessed with when I was young in our town ... I never felt

Despite the time we have been in Medina, that this is our home, this is my new place

To whom I have come home ... but he never dwelled within my soul ... not even for a moment. Our new bathroom was a luxurious space with all traces of grace and wealth, which dazzles the eye of the beholder. A bathroom built in a modern style has an expression of elegance, luxury and pomp And raises admiration .. but did not happen !! He did not move a finger inside me .. I moved my soul away from him It also moved away from the rest of the new house in all its luxury !!! This bathroom did not forget me in all The splendor and consistency ... I didn’t think of me in front of the shiny faience beauty who was trimmed as if he was proud

With his colors, like a peacock, conceited with splendid colors and the beauty of his shape ...! And she screamed muffled Grieving like a cry of a bereaved mother, she lost her dearest child in her heart in an instant that he is not him .. he is not .. I asked myself the question when the old memories swept over me and made my eyes cry until I shed them The tears were forced to descend after the memories stimulated and forced him to submit to them in defiance Frank and cruel .. firmly and decisively a leader who fights under the blades of swords .. to blight me the cruelty of my memories The missing woman spent her sleep in the cold, with a cold, unforgiving winter. Aah, I said it with determination I did not possess From strength .. Where is what went from my life? How did it leak from my hands like water without me realizing it? How

,How how ??? It hurt me a lot, but I suppressed my groan between my ribs and went with my deep wound

I did not find a cure for him .. rather, I used to often relish in pain ... enjoy torment in

Reveraging my old memories .. I did not leave a picture of my grandmother's house .. I did not leave the image of the old bathroom ..

I closed my eyes and imagined it aptly in front of me the charred, soaked blackness and its high ceiling

The one who hardly reaches his sight until he exhausts. Then he turns back again .. and those feelings aroused in me The old is a panic, awe, a fear, fondness.

I was owning the world with a family, as tall and wide as it was at that moment !!! And time stopped for me ..

Rather, say that my life stopped at that time, and my father stubbornly was a spoiled child who must have all his desires fulfilled

It moves one step beyond the life of the childhood that I lived in my grandmother's house.

One night I stood up and announced the storm of rebellion that blew in my head and everywhere

My being .. so uprooted everything in front of her, relentlessly and without pity in pride and stubbornness .. She decided to return then For our small town, precisely for my grandmother's house, who died a while ago .. And whatever the price, the act was mentioned At dawn, I went out of the house and got into my father's luxury car, not bothering with anything else And I headed to our small town ... Carrying my longing in a pan and flying me and folding me inside a sign The legendary eternal eternity .. I set off in the car, and I could hardly feel the earth around me

All the old pictures followed in front of me until I arrived .. Then I got off the car that was standing in front of me My grandmother's house, or in a better sense, in front of the ruins that remained .. I did not see a trace of the house, it turned around And I was amazed .. Pia of the world revolved around me .. Fear struck my heart as I ran out of breath like a patient He is dying and he is close to death! I did not find anything around that I had been keeping for myself for long My journey from the city to our town !? I wondered: Do you want to miss the title? .. did you forget Home place? But no, this cannot inevitably happen .. The sun may rise from sunset

Or it may never shine ... either I lose or forget the address of the house ... No ... No, this will never happen .. Sirt

A few slow, rolling steps towards the place of the house. I saw before me nothing but gloomy ruins and remnants that tell me

That the house might be demolished, as if it was my condolences for the loss of Aziz ... she turned around again, then again Many times ... and panic filled my cup until it overflowed its water and turned into waterfalls pouring down with the ferocity of a fighter

Bridges falling with the sword on the enemy's body .. And the fire of confusion whipped me with its whips .. I got mad and lost

Right when I did not find the house standing .. I became dizzy .. and I felt that the ground was shaking from underneath

.. my feet .. I did not lose the title .. I did not forget the place .. If that was true, where is the house ?!

where??? I felt that the earth suddenly sank under my feet ... my sun set behind The horizon has lost my time ... the place disappeared and disappeared among the folds of my nostalgia for the distant past.

The perfume of my memories evaporated and leaked like mercury and ceased to exist .. I felt that I was suddenly lost, lost

... And with the speed of lightning, my eyes caught the trail of a deep pit descending into the ground and realized

At the time, they trace the old well! So it is the place of the bathroom .. I rushed there anxious to quench my thirst He who never quenches .. I did not see, of course, only ruins and remnants of the place and the whole house .. so I began to feel

Every inch in the place is like a blind man who suddenly lost his sight, so he is trying to recover his memory

The visual depends on what is left for him. The child clings to his mother ... to regain what he lost, even for a moment

One ..