Loucif Turkia

The death of Uncle Ismail 

short story 

Loucif Turkia / Algeria

The worn newspaper in which she was browsing past events folded, the incidents page was reading the news, shocking with the word death of so-and-so and no longer read it in the current newspapers, she used to say that death is elegant elegance of the rich, they were three girls living in one room, they came from distant areas in search of a living, each and has its own mood when the nostalgia intensifies.

Hanan used to sew clothes and deliver them to the most luxurious stores and earn her sweat a lot of money to cut a part of it to invite her two friends to spend a lot of day.

Beauty will be dusted, diamond pieces will appear today They got out of a luxury car and entered a restaurant that billionaires enter, choosing the farthest table so that they could walk for a long time, because this beauty show is his chance.

A woman slaps her husband who looked at them for a long time, so she whispered tenderness to her two companions, the show in front of the audience, and I want from you two ingenuity in performance.

The waiter welcomes them and distributes the smiles surreptitiously, a tow cart sent to their table with delicious and good and paid for who sits alone at the opposite table. Hanan writes a word for the generous and the waiter delivers it after greeting again

The food is good and we are full Hanan, we want to take what is left.

Hanan thought that the scene suits the poor. But it’s okay, she will leave them and move forward from the generous to thank him, she introduced herself that she is busy establishing a company to export clothes and is looking for a partner and her two companions who are senior fashion designers.

How can beauty break into difficulties and open the door whose key they have been missing for five years, they live in a room of poverty but it is safe.

The first international fashion show offered by the comrades, their pictures spread in newspapers, magazines and television interviews, it became necessary to close the room and hand over the lock and the key to its owner Sheikh Al-Tayyeb, who was their guardian angel, tears shed and kisses printed by comrade on his forehead,

If she turns but life is her back, then your room but no one will live in it after you.

The tender Hanan puts money in his hand and promises him a visit as soon as possible and jokes with him that the rent of the room will be angry with him.

Leaving the old neighborhood was not easy for them, as safety was excluded from those who were next to them from poor and respectable families, the world is lonely, Hanan said to her two companions. 

And she joined them to her because they are younger than her.

The partner only shows his voice over the audible phone, and the spring fashion this year will be in unusual colors, you have to design new models, we will enter the competition. Little Marwa remembers the Sheikh’s robe that he wore at night.

Hanan smiles and replies: You mean the uncle’s scarf that his wife wove from the remains of wool!!

Yes, it is a traditional costume and we feminine it with some details and the shoulder cover is for short dresses.

Abeer claps and the partner listens to the talk and clappes so Hanan notices not to cut the call

The second spring international show presented by comrades and relax a little in their new home, moments of joking interrupted by tenderness to the horror of the news broadcast on television.

Breakdown.. Breakdown.. The collapse of the building. The neighborhood in which we resided. The comrades are screaming. Uncle Ismail is carried on a stretcher and dust covers his face and traces of blood

They protect around the television, multiplying fifths by sixths. They ask for a taxi to take them to the place

Destruction left behind by the fall of the building, victims Yes, Uncle Ismail was transferred to the hospital and the news that he is in intensive care

Journalists roam at the entrance to the hospital, moments that he sang from hearing himself that he uttered afterwards.

Hanan goes out crying and talks to the journalist with pride, Valsrea was the father affectionate to them and the fourth companion and does not fit the word victim, or the death of one of the citizens 

It’s the death of Uncle Ismail.