Turkia Loucif

The Naked Ruler / Short Story

He invites the slave to inspect the entrances and exits of the castle in order to see a visitor, but he came to him jogging with the robes of the slaves and shouting a lot

My lord, the shepherd is still falling asleep deeply, and the sheep are barely stopping.

The ruler puts the crown aside, no ambassador or minister, no one blesses my king and my rule, go and you may fall captive and he asks me for a ransom that I will not pay for you, the slave leaves in sympathy and returns at dawn while shouting, so the ruler wakes up and puts his crown and waits for the visitor. Minutes pass by and the slave calls, I have returned, sire, and the place is safe, so I will bathe in the waters of the bays…

The ruler rides his horse and enjoys the beauty of the island and swims in the clear blue waters of the Gulf, showing life inside it fish and turtles, he wished life on the island was so clear…

The slave returns in panic, my lord, I have stolen your clothes.

And how do you return to the court.?!!

Come back naked, isn’t it safe!!

Or wait for the thief to appear, who will never appear.

And darkness prevailed and he entered the court and did not hide himself in the robes of the slave

I have become not doubting, but rather certain that I am surrounded by traitors and war is about to come.

They stood at the shepherd’s head and asked the slave to shout, and the shepherd panicked 

Who are you?

I am the ruler and I rule the castle naked, you have a hundred and ten rams of ewes, and where are the sheep??

Rams, my lord, have lost their virility because of the large number of ewes and ewes that prevent them from having children

I want a hundred sheep or else you will separate your head from your body.

The ruler roamed and arrived naked, and no one dared to look at him, he repeated to himself what is this parish that accepts a ruler stripped of his clothes and does not revolt…..

The slave called but he did not come, he went out and looked, neither a guard nor a banner by which others could infer the existence of a castle ruled by a ruler. 

The maroon increased and traced the trail while wrapping his body with a scroll and approached a whisper that he did not recognize and did not understand its language.

A visiting delegation arrived late, and from their dress and language, the ruler understood that they are from the land of non-Arabs. He approached them leisurely appealing to the poetry that did not organize his light, then he glimpsed an individual among them wearing clothes he knew, he turned around and turned him opposite him and asked him, but this is my dress that was stolen from me. And if in the voice that he knows too but without shouting this time

They tied this madman and threw him out, and changed the flag and the castle was filled with the Ajam guard, and the news spread that the castle occurred and its ruler Jinn and organized poetry

My country my heart is broken no family no lover no stone 

My family doesn’t know me anymore and who attended 

For a slave whose trust he betrayed and committed suicide

Author:

Turkia Loucif /Algeria.

“Where Beauty Dwells”.
Acrylic on canvas 24” by 20”
Artist: 𝐙𝐚𝐲𝐫𝐞𝐥 Calderón
Houston Texas USA