* “........ i heard they're gonna strap everybody out of their personal vehicles, they tried those few years with our properties, now again they are going after our cars!”
* “ Yeah man, all those slingshot trains projects had that sole purpose. What did you think?”
* “Why ain’t you using your personal car to move then?”
* “ Have you seen the car parts prices? And plus, we are not allowed to use custom parts or modify our own cars, they can put you in jail for that.”
The metro looks busy today, Open mouths were producing incomprehensible noises even the most sophisticated algorithms can not make sense of. The Faced creatures seemed to be involved in some social self-validating ritual; All except one, it was busy thinking about another bloodier ritual it will be part of if it doesn’t find a way out…..
All possibilities were traversing Ali’s head while sitting silent. His son Saïd leaned on his side the whole time.
Changing sides?!! Will the other side make me pay if I do?!! Is there a way to get rid of him and go on with a peaceful life?!!!
For the first time in years, Ali was facing a situation pushing his mental capacities to its limits. From the time the central authorities lost control over the rural areas, Ali was put on the side forever….. That's what he thought, except, the system had him in a corner of his mind to be of use someday, and that day had come.
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Next to him, Saïd was sleeping…. Well, I'm sure his eyes are closed, what he's seen today will keep him awake for a moment. to spend his time, he was reviewing an old memory he had with his drunk uncle.
“ A bunch of those stars don't exist anymore, only their light is still reflecting on us.”
If my uncle was right about the blond lady, maybe he was right about the stars too.
In this recollection, they were situated a kilometer away from the village, a location selected specifically to ensure his uncle’s access to the internet. This is precisely where the “Targant n inna” stands, a term that translates to “mother’s argan tree”. However, only a handful of locals still comprehend its significance, as the Berber language has gradually faded over the years due to its amalgamation with Arabic.
The tree, standing tall against the mountain, was right among the stars. It looked like the last stitch that was still keeping the sky and the mountain together.
Suddenly, The world outside the window, which was a blur just moments ago, starts to regain its colors and shapes as the slingshot train comes to a smooth stop. The doors slide open with a soft hiss, revealing the bustling platform of the train station. Ali violently grabbed his son out of his memories and stepped out onto the platform. Hand in hand, they made their way through the crowd, heading towards the exit.
As they got out of the station, they’re greeted by the sight of a cityscape bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun. Despite the captivating beauty of the scene, it was unable to seize Ali’s attention. In his case, nothing could. He navigated swiftly through the crowd, hoping to reach the spot where the gas cars, operating illegally, were stationed. Missing them meant a potential overnight stay in Marrakech, a place where only nightmares ventured after sundown.