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The clear summer sky is filled with bright stars like small moons, and the cool refreshing wind washes the souls from their burdens to let them swim in a kingdom that bodies do not realize with their heaviness, souls lighten to fly in a world of transparent pleasure, and bodies relax, taking advantage of this rare night where summer serenity meets the delicious freshness of coolness.

The leaves and insects of the night play a timeless symphony befitting the majesty of this magnificent night, but the city is determined to live itself and the streets are determined to live their nature, where the noise is painful even in the quietest hours of the night, and the most serene and poetic moments of life.

  • "Congratulations on the new car, Abu Muzaal."
  • "God bless you." "But it's not new, you know," Abu Mizaal replied, gripping the steering wheel with both hands, almost hugging him in his arms, "but it's not new.
  • - "Yes it's a bit old but to you it's brand new, yes it has some things that need to be packed, but it's all minor stuff, I mean if it wasn't for this car on this beautiful night we wouldn't be out enjoying the fresh air on the highways."
  • - "That's right. It's true, Hamdan, the car is one of the blessings of this time, not like this modern car in front of us, but it's my car." He said, pointing to a car with street lights reflecting off its polished surface.
  • - "But it's too loud, isn't it?"
  • - "It just needs a few tweaks, and then I'm not used to it yet."
  • - "You're right. Beware . . Careful, Abu Muzaal. " Hamdan suddenly shouted, and Abu Muzaal turned his car around so fast that it spun around and came to a stop.

One of the teenagers stuck his head out of his speeding new car and made a shameful gesture to Abu Mizaal, who, enraged and swearing unconsciously, got out of his dilapidated car to check it, only to find that the exhaust had all fallen to the ground, which made him even angrier.

  • "The children of the world. They think that if they have money and luxurious cars, they own the country and the people and become unchecked and unaccountable. Hamdan, did you get her number?"
  • "Anything?"
  • - "The car, of course."
  • - "How can I memorize the number if the car is going at rocket speed?"

Abu Mazal hit his palm with his fist and said, "Loss. "

Abu Muzaal put the car back on the road and the broken exhaust made a terrible sound as it dragged on the ground, and the car shook like an electric shock, almost coming to a stop and then suddenly starting to fail again.

  • "Thank God for your safety, Abu Muzaal, safety is more precious than all cars. "Hamdan shouted, trying to get his voice into Abu Muzaal's ear in the midst of all the commotion.
  • "Of course. "But these assholes won't let us live in peace, they want to have it all."
  • - "Watch out. Watch out, red light. "Hamdan screamed, Abu Muzaal hit the brakes with all his might, but it was too late, the car crawled, making a horrible sound, filling the air with the smell of burning rubber, then stopped and something hit it from behind and Hamdan and Abu Muzaal almost flew through the glass.

Abu Mizaal got out of his car to take a look, fearing that he might have been unknowingly hurt, and was shocked to see that the back half of his car was completely on the ground.

  • "Thank God for your safety, brother, I hope you and those with you are okay?" said a voice from the other side.

Abu Muzaal raised his head to see an elegant young man standing in front of him, leaning against a fancy car, "Believe me, I couldn't help it, your car stopped suddenly."

  • "Don't you know that the rear driver is responsible for the safety of those in front of him and is liable for any damage that may occur, or do you think you will get away with it?" said Abu Mazal.
  • - "Never. It was a minor accident, look at my car, it's not affected at all, but yours, with all due respect, is worn out and is about to fall off by itself."

Abu Muzaal peeked at the young man's intact car and then slammed his fist on the roof of his car and said angrily: "Dilapidated or not, I will not compromise until the traffic police come and take my right, that's my last word."

  • "Listen Uncle, it's after midnight and it will take the traffic police a long time to show up, I just got back from a board meeting that lasted for five hours straight, earn me a reward and let me go on my way, I'll pay the amount you order."
  • "Listen, you think I have no dignity, I'm not bought with money, okay? You rich people think everything can be bought. Listen, if people are bought and sold these days, I'm Abu Mazal, okay?"
  • - "Who talks about dignity? I want to solve the issue in the shortest way, then if the police come and we go to the judge, won't he give you compensation to fix your car? I'll give you the full price of your car, but let me go on my way, what do you think?"
  • - "Be polite and know who you are talking to. I said I don't buy and sell, you will stay here until the police come, even if it takes ten hours or even ten days, you must learn that money does not buy people's lives and dignity, understand?"

The young man sat on the front of his car, lit a roll of tobacco, blew some smoke into the air, and then addressed Abu Muzaal: "Ten thousand for your car, what do you think?" Abu Muzaal fell silent and turned his back in mockery.

-"Twenty thousand. Thirty thousand. Forty thousand. "

Hamdan hurriedly got out of the car and addressed Abu Muzaal: "The opportunity of a lifetime, Abu Muzaal, a car for four thousand is sold for forty thousand, and the car remains yours, take the money and let's go, let's go, let's go. "

Abu Muzaal fell silent and the young man repeated his statement: "Forty thousand is my last offer. What do you say, I write you the check now?"

Hamdan begged Abu Muzaal to no avail. The young man quietly got up from the front of his car, sat in the driver's seat, backed up his car at an astonishing speed and then drove off in a flash, immediately disappearing from sight.

Abu Muzaal turned around looking for the young man and his luxury car and found nothing, "Where is he, where did he go?"

  • "He's gone, he ran away." Hamdan said.
  • "Did you pick up the number?"
  • - "The car was faster than that."

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