I will not come back .. لن أعود

:Naglaa yacout

by What happened seemed to him very strange … which made him anxious and bewildered looking at everything around him with fear and tension .. he did not know what would happen to him after that ..

and all that reassured him a little was that old woman he knew and as long as he got used to her face when he saw her She comes every morning to open the windows, and the moist air enters the room to refresh his soul. And from time to time some people would come and sit on the couches and look at him cheerfully, and the white cat with long fur sat facing them, as usual, as she opened her eyes and closed them from time to time …

And the little bird with blue feathers remained distracted, he never understood why they gave it to this old woman to take it with her and take him away from that spacious room in which he lived …..

The old woman who carried the bird while he was in his cage was not less worried about him While she was crossing the streets of the upscale district of the city heading to the neighborhood in which she lived in the shadow of the bird’s heart pounding severely from fear, horror overwhelmed him while walking with the old man. It was these skinny, dirty cats that he encountered on the road and looked at him with their bright eyes as they stretched their rough red tongues and touched and saw them and glimpsed And since he had never seen cats like them before, anxiety and fear filled his heart when he imagined that he would open the cage door suddenly for any reason.

And when the old woman arrived at her house, she thought the best place for her to put it in. Should she knock a nail near the window to hang the cage on it? At that time, the bird from its position was wandering with its anxious eyes inside the small room..is the color of its pale walls and the many things scattered here and there..and its breath did not leave that stubborn scent that filled the room and made its chest tighten, it is the big cockroach that started approaching the cage The bird regretted his old days with all its pleasures and what he lived through in that wide, old room that he wished to bring him back to it again To enjoy the gaze of green plants climbing on the sides of its walls and those white and red flowers that lie in glass jars on the bench. And he started pecking his feathers in anxiety intending to release his throat with a consoling whistle for his miserable condition, and then .. the old woman got up and brought him a handful of water and buried him of rice to put them in front of him in the cage ..

So he reassured himself a little and took water as a burden because he was so thirsty from the high air temperature … Then he praised God that things did not go worse than he had thought The old woman said to herself, “Thinking it is better to lay this bird off, I don’t have time to care about.” In the morning, the old woman opened the window of her room, the only one with a wide edge, placed the bird on her alone, without food or drink, and closed the window ..

At that time, the old bird cursed in his secret a thousand times, and he felt angry towards him because she abandoned him and left him alone, with an intense desire to cry when he remembered his beautiful past while hunger and thirst began to play a wild melody inside him and he coveted cold water and delicious love … He spent his day in this situation, not ceasing to think about the past until the sun began to set … and when the bird noticed many birds flying in the sky and heard the sound of their whistling and melodies expressing their happiness ….

The bird said to himself, Why shouldn’t I try to fly like those flying birds in the sky? Maybe if you had flown you would find another pink cage, delicious grains and cool water. … Thus, the bird began to spread its wings a little bit by bit … leaving its delicate body possessing the breeze of air carrying it gently and tenderly until it felt the air seeping between its feathers, so it started striking the air with its wings little by little and felt a tyrannical pleasure that had not tasted like it before, I made it feel another beard for life within it ..

He found himself moving his wings more forcefully, so he began to rise and rise and fly far between the clouds, and at that time he remembered his lost past life, so the pink cage seemed to him a small and gloomy and happy in it and he started flying and flying and rising with joy, deciding not to return to that cage