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Clothes of fire
Clothes of fire Short story So far, I'm of the belief that marrying a girl with a man she don't like is like burying her alive, but in a civilised way. Chapter 1 Passion and a troubled city In one of the remote villages on the banks of the sea, there was a beautiful girl of a young age who claimed to be Josephine. When you see her for the first time, a question will resonate with despite you, how can a girl of such picturesque beauty be part of such a frowned life as the life she lives or the meaning of me? she was a young woman with two eyes that hit you with an arrow in your heart whose looks combine weakness and bewilderment with hope. She is one of the girls who is passionate about love stories. She always wished herself to live one of those romantic stories, to culminate in marriage and to draw her kisses on her walls or to scatter her kisses from the balcony of her lover and leave for work. simple dreams of a girl filled with innocence in a fossilised and irrational society and that unless Josephine puts him in a reckoning, Josephine s parents are from the poor class, that class that has always been ignorant and bruised to live. The main thinking of most of Josephine s family is about how we can fill our need for food. Hunger, gentlemen, is the master of the situation as well as fear, loss, and inmates, this thinking later overshadows Josephine s fateful choices: love or hunger? Her father, who worked as a lumberjack, and honesty, and despite the bravery and agony of that profession, his lukewarm and weak, clearly saw that the man did not give up and was struggling to provide some food, especially since he had four unmarried daughters and Josephine was his elder daughter, but possessed aesthetic qualifications that her brothers did not have! No, none of the girls in that village even owned it. In that historical era, the village lived in tragic circumstances because of tribal conflicts between ethnic components of the villagers, and it was customary that this particular place of the globe had a long history with conflicts such as this species, and even there became characterised by them these conflicts have overshadowed the economic situation of the village. The violence accompanied by the vandalism of agricultural products and fires on farms has deteriorated as the war continues, forcing some minorities to flee outside the village, finding safe shelter on the foot of that mountain, which surrounded the village.sees the people and those tribes as Josephine s parents,their tribe was among the weak minorities unfortunately for Josephine, that old and ominous alliance is the beginning of a new misery in her life. Living misery is used to it but there is another kind of misery, because at this bad time in the history of the village, Josephine started to feel the way of love with Willow Conde a young man who is not so handsome. Willow was of medium length and had crumpled muscles when you look at him, you feel that he has prestige and quiet facial features. although he is not handsome, Willow has beautiful qualities he is a gentleman. Nevertheless, it was a funny human being who saw him fondling children and a tart joking in one of the market alleyst, he market was also dominated by the character of the social rift, which had been seeded by the kuok tribe in its injustice and enlarged on the other tribes.Willow knew Josephine a long time ago because he rehabilitated their house after his agreement with her father at that time without charge, because the condition of the village is known and Josephine s father is known that poisoned poverty that has surrounded them and Willow has fully rehabilitated him, and since then Josephine has seen him as a gentleman and has not taken into account a day to come and fall in love with him. he also used to look at her when he walked past their house and found her on the doorstep sewing her clothes there is not an inch of this clothing, but the righteousness has passed good and unweary clothing for the Josephine family is a luxury far away everything he looks at has a feeling that he can t discern because of the features of the misery on her face. He does not know that this feeling of pity is or love because rgardless of misery Josephine is wonderful girl and any man wishing to be with her .village had day to celebrate that is, after the people of the village grow crops and the production is high, they celebrate this for three days, despite the social dimension and tribal fragmentation, but the most days when the people of the village meet are those days of harvest celebration, and the very strange thing is that after those days, the people of the village again return to the state of rift and communal phobias, and to your honesty, there is a justification for that situation. Chapter 2 Dreamy spirits Strangely, on the first day of the celebration, Josephine hit a harsh protector who took her father running right and left; he had nothing to do with his hand and had no money and no son to help. When Josephine s father Willow glimpsed at him, his first thought was that something happened to Josephine while Josephine had three sisters, but here and now Willow knew he was in love with that girl. He turned into a shocked human being and nailed his eyes to Josephine s father at the moment when Willow felt nothing. Her parents arrived and told him that Josephine was sick and I didn t know what to do and you should come with me. All this talk, and Willow doesn t hear anything. He s so absurd and went too far with his imagination with Josephine and felt that thing for the first time. Yes, it is love, Willow, who until this morning was almost empty of love, now feels about Josephine. It is customary that the attitudes of falling in love at first glance are that someone presents you with a rose or cares for you very much, but Willow fell in love in the most honest way, the way of awe and fear of losing even though they never had a relationship, but now and at this particular moment Willow knew that he was fond of it and strongly paid attention to Willow for a while if he sees Josephine s father trending and tightening him from both hands. Josephine s father thought Willow didn t want to help align with the bad climate in society and didn t know that young man was now in love and in love with who! Josephine took his daughter to the house with two hearts, beating with a sharp pulse and accelerating steps. The two of them now have one injury. When they arrived, Josephine found her stretching on a worn-out plume around her sisters and mother with pitiful looks and a lack of resourcefulness. They don t know that this language of pain, suffering, hunger, and disappointment that Josephine is squeezing in the chest, despite its exterior beauty. Inside it is a fire that Josephine tries to put out with the ashes of patience and hope for all those years. They carried it to the doctor, who is away from the village. They would like to hear it, even though they don t understand it. The doctor is a pentecostal man with quiet features and is amiable not to see them but to run towards them and help them put Josephine on a wool mattress and take her eyes and open her mouth. So the doctor had a wooden box containing a lot of herbs and drugs extracted from the plants, and he took one of them and asked them to lift his head. He was trying very hard to get the drug to get Josephine s stomach; the swallowing property was disrupted, and after many attempts, some of that liquid arrived and settled in Josephine s stomach, and the doctor appeared to me in despair. With his long experience and scarce possibilities, he concluded that that girl had a poor chance to live and that he was trying to hide his desperation from attending and reassure her father, but he would understand that. Now midnight, Josephine still hasn t moved a static, and her heartbeat is weak. Willow stood in front of her with tears in his eyes, and he wished he could see her well, and if they chose him to lie down while she recovered to do so, With Willow s fugue and Daddy hearing the voice of Anin Josephine Fahrula in the doctor s room, I come to the second day, and Josephine is so happy as if she were his daughter, and he was practicing what he knew in medicine and medical alternatives. And since seeing him, I knew that he would help her. That afternoon, Josephine was able to eat and take drugs herself. They all sat down with the doctor for four days and then gave them some prescriptions and invited him to thank him for his noble reputation. And on that hard way back, the two lovers formed the chemistry of attraction and the sweetness of love and its spiritual euphoria, exchanged the limbs of talk, and from that moment to the day before, they lived to this love of encounters and glances far and close, and Willow became always present at her house, and her people greatened him and kept him beautiful, as sometimes the father of Josephine continued to speak. It comes from Willow; hostility is more extreme between the two tribes than other tribes and Willow understands the new situation and no longer hesitates to go to Josephine s house. Although Willow is not afraid of either the kouk Tribe or the Commander, he is afraid that this may overshadow the social status of the Josephine family and be stifled by the kuok Tribe. Chapter 3 Cloak of Fire We go back to the fateful day now that violent clashes have been renewed between Kok-led tribal groups and other allied and non-allied groups. The Kuok Tribe smuggled all these groups despite the discontent of the tribes sons in defence, smuggled them, and kicked them out of the village! The Nasha tribe and other tribes used the mountain around the village from a distance as a safe haven to protect them. Josephine has not yet left the village to put her tribe in a position that allows her to stay and be exempt from expulsion. But that s bad for her sweetheart, and her one lover is now away from her. She doesn t see him anymore, but she feels hurt, and she hurts for his pain, and it s not a disaster yet. The leader of the Cook tribe has a son; if he didn t have him, Josephine would now have had a life that might have been better. That son, despite his father s attempt to prevent him from looking at his son, that poor lumberjack, but he doesn t give a damn to his father a young man who claims that Dallow claims in the village to be the devil for his unethical actions,Josephine despite their poor class status, she is beautiful, and that prompted Dallow to be desperate in this marriage application. The father is convinced because Dallow is the leader of the tribe when his father reaches retirement age. His father agreed, but he set conditions for that marriage, the most important of which was that Josephine lived far from the tribe s homes and that his son would marry without three, even though the custom prevailing in that village was that a man should only marry one. But as you know, this tribe makes laws that are only in its interests. Send Josephine s father and tell him that the tribe leader wants you. Immediately he went to him and didn t keep in mind that it cost his daughter sadness and another wound. The tribe leader told him that this was a time of travesty. Do you imagine becoming apart of my family?! Josephine s father muttered words, that this was a great honour, but did you! The tribe leader interrupted, did he? What, let me tell you that, I don t want this marriage and am forced to, and you have to accept and hand over your daughter to us after tomorrow to complete the traditional marriage ceremony those words are coming down on Josephine s father like a dagger in his heart, because the man knows very well that this devil who marries his daughter will taste her from the agony of the colours. At the top of that mountain, Willow was a stranger of mind, imagining his sweetheart and her eyes and wishing himself with hours of gentlemen and over-embracing and kissing, and Willow didn t know that this dream was about to turn into a nightmare, and he and Josephine had reached so far from adoration that one of them could get sick because of the longing for the other. Here under a high tree, Josephine s father sits with members of his tribe, explaining to them that this is going to destroy his daughter, but it was the last word of the tribe s leader, and they are nothing but stones that he moves. Josephine s father gave up, but he doesn t know how to tell her what letters he uses what words he can say there are no kind words to tell someone go to hell. Joseph s father arrived and called her out. Josephine, you know I love you, and I don t wish you evil, but that s what I m now about a fait accompli the son of the kuok leader Dallo wants to marry you, which is inevitable for the first time I see a human being who ends up in front of him and is a calm frown Josephine didn t react like she said that was more misery; where can I escape? because a lot of misery generates human habitability. Even though it boils and it breaks, it remains calm because it knows very well what members of that tribe can do with her father if she refuses or tries to escape she sat sensing her disappointments in people and in life, succumbing to further misery. I can t describe how he felt, but what I know about Willow is that since he learnt about the news, he s come down from the mountain and he s been walking around the streets without a mind, and he s echoing one sentence. "Everything takes somebody from the other; it s nsavory" His tribe still lives on the top of the mountain.
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