For God's sake, why, in bed? He left you and left?! ✍️Adel Asoum
Newton was right when he created four dimensions by adding time to space, matter and force.
His theory continues to exist despite Einstein's insertion of time into space to restore dimensions to their three-dimensionality.
Time remains the imprint that documents the movement of people, their humanity and the weaving of a rope that connects the years of life. As long as life remains awake in the rays of the morning sun, certainties, visions, events and feelings become. impossible…
Thus, childhood events are carved in stone and cannot be removed by the shovels of life, even if they are heavy and hard…
I was young at that time and I loved people and knowledge, and I still love people and knowledge. I used to sit cross-legged in front of my grandfather while he instilled love and tolerance in people before they learned about religion and the world. I loved his talk about the lives of ancient nations and the characters mentioned in the context of the stories of the Quran. He summed it up for us one day and said:
(One of the reasons for the disappearance of grace is disobedience and worship of someone other than God.)
Conviction and certainty became for me, and the wheel of years turned against me, adorning my beautiful evenings with the song of the late handsome Zidane (Firash Al-Gash) until he said:
For God's sake, why, in bed?
He left you and left the gas?!
Then I remembered my grandfather's hadith, may God have mercy on him, despite my certainty that the poet's intention was a lover who had walked away from a lover. The context of the verse awakened in me the “certainty” of the adoration he. should be for God alone…
My imagination came up with every excuse for the cashier to have wronged the bed by “emptied it and the cashier is gone”, because how can the bed keeper “worship” anyone other than God?!
How can he do that?!
The song performed by the brown nightingale has remained dear to me, because Kassala is my birthplace for me and my family there is made up of sincere loved ones, but every time the song means something to me or it touches my ears, I change the word worship. love, so I say, humming in song:
Who taught you in bed?
(She likes) Al-Gash's eyes.
Oh my God, be beloved by the people of Kassala and carry on the love of the Gash bed for the Gash.
