In a small village surrounded by fruits trees, a group of women are talking under a walnut tree, resigned and dignified. - That's it, all the oranges are gone. - And the mandarines? - Finished. His daughters-in-law's mothers didn't even get given any... - Damn, we've eaten everything. Again. - He's going to get mad. - Yea but how much? - Not more than last year when he made her cook makrout for him all summer, even during Ramadan... - Her face and arms spent all summer above boiling oil. - ...and not less than the year he discovered that the girl to whom he married his son is a moron. - He should have known, beautiful but never married at 29... - Why don't any of you refuse his madness? Why don't you say no to him when he asks for crazy things to punish you with? - We can't ! - Why? What's the worse thing that can happen? - He'll stop speaking to us. - What ? - He'll go silent. - Your grandad r...
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