The spindle began to spin, and the woolen threads began to stretch and stretch with deliberation and patience. Each thread is a long and endless time. Each thread passes with days and months, multiplying until you think it will never run out. Whenever one of her threads ends, she starts spinning another.

She spends most of her time in front of the spindle, her eyes see only those lines descending to the bottom, and that slow spinning of her spindle, spinning wool, and hovering with her spirit around each of its threads.

The threads are called after the names of the falaj that Salim bin Abdullah al-Qafar entered one day and worked with his assistants in searching for the sources of its water. The thread of Al-Samadi stretched and wrapped around her feet, light and soft, almost from his kindness that the soul moved in it, and between her she spun in it, remembering the unforgettable story about Al-Samadi and the days that tortured Salem bin Abdullah Al-Qafar until he reached a hundred, and how the people of the village had slaughtered their bulls and had a great feast invited
The people of the neighboring villages went to it, and they held a great joy that lasted for a whole week, during which they danced with zaffahs and mawwal, and chanted mourners, then coffee and banquets took place in the morning and evening.

Product details:

Format: Paperback | 230 pages
Language: Arabic
ISBN-13: 9789938740004
Publisher: Dar Miskiliani
Publication date: 2022
Category: Fiction
Author: Zahran Al Qasimi
Dimensions: 15 X 2 X 22 cm
Weight: 280 g