That Strange Man Book

The man rises from his slumber, dusts his face from the dust of the years, curses the hardship of life, overcomes oppression and poverty with patience, and goes to work there in the crowds of the city, the effervescence of characters, and the utter chaos that sweeps every nook and cranny. He finds a humble place for him to lurk in, and he sits squatting because of the lack of space, leaning on his slender body to the void, the patch of land that he has spread on the sidewalk has no walls, indifferent to the blazing sun, and if winter arrives quickly, he does not care about rain showers and cold stings, and he does not care about the noise of the place and chaos, He is the warrior, despite his nose and his old age, standing strong in the face of the winds and the repercussions of the pavement laden with dust and waste.

He came to this place early and sat on the ground, with flimsy clothes and a slender body curved by time, and the features of a face overshadowed by a mysterious terrain, as for his hands, they looked clearly emaciated and their appearance was very wrinkled and complex, the man came in pursuit of his livelihood and left behind his mouths wide like the beaks of young birds waiting for He puts something in it to satisfy her hunger. He may have been a legend for this time, for the longevity thrives in his veins, as he never knows weakness and has not despaired, and if he knows his body and here, he has no choice to admit it, as he shortened the time and left behind him seventy years of age for a halal livelihood and a better life. And here I am, actively and energetically heading to where that man is throwing his tiny body in the midst of this utter chaos, I am overjoyed that there is a topic worthy of publication, and I had no doubt that I might not find a trace of it.