The wolf that Laila ate
This is my point of view, since since my childhood I did not believe Laila, and I never believed women, so I asked the wolf and he told me what was in his chest.
I did not trust Laila's innocence, since I heard her story when I was young, I was suspicious of Laila, because there is no nice, stupid, innocent girl who traverses the woods alone, carrying her fake basket, with pink cranberry-flavored cake, and another lighter than her strawberry flavor that was similar to herself With her, Laila is not that naive, and perhaps we were really that naive, how could a young girl take the long forest path alone, when she had never gone out without her mother a day, how could she fall in love with the long road just because there were so many flowers in it, those flowers that were grinding her With her grandmother when she visits them, and with her mother to make delicious rose jam with different colors from her, sometimes they put the scarlet so that the color of the jam becomes a dark pink, and sometimes they leave the roses in their usual color so it looks light pink, and sometimes close to the color of the sunset, how can she have this which you call nice and loves flowers that She grinds her in a jam mill, how her heart obeys her, which you say is slender by kneading it with sugar cruelly, blowing it with rose juice and not being sad, how can she have this delicacy that, pour the roses bloody paste with perfume, into a pot over the fire, and add wood beneath it, to eat the fire all the tongues Destiny, lt He heard the sound of the cracking of rose leaves as she was in pain and moaning from the boil, how could she look at her, with her eyes that you think, seeing nothing but love, goodness and beauty, how could she enjoy and sing with her mother and grandmother the summer songs while they were committing a massacre against the sweet flowers that Laila changed all her way from For her sake, did you not ask yourselves, O nave, she changed her way to pick the roses, not to enjoy its colors and fragrance, and its appearance, a soft-handled killer who is your own Laila, didn’t you think about this, where does the courage come to her to take a long, dangerous, unknown and unaware path about it? How did your gentle boldness come to her when her father told her to beware of the wolf, and she knew his existence, and if she was a delicate child, she would have died for fear of merely mentioning his name, and she did not venture to go except for his burrow with her small feet, which trampled the roses as well, oh your naivety, gentlemen, let's continue, do you know? The wolf, yes, I think you know that the wolf is the son of a wolf like him, a dangerous and fierce creature without feelings or feelings, but you are gullible, forgive me for this rudeness, but the truth always causes gripe to its owner, let me tell you about the wolf from the other side of the story, from scientific logic at times, and from logic Emotional Ttabonh without a delay A joy to him and his health, the wolf is the noblest of the creatures of the forest, and whoever says to you, “Do not believe the wolf, for he eats its owner, he feared it because he did not really know the wolf, he only imitates him. When a wolf is born, he remains near his mother in her hand, drinking her tenderness as we do, and perhaps more in our time.” There are many mothers who give tenderness for free, so that until the time of breastfeeding that God has commanded them, they no longer adhere to it, and cut off their milk that we have from us, willingly, and with premeditation in order not to distort their beautiful images, but to distort our tenderness, and our body composition that supports milk What God has placed in them in order to support us, protect us, and protect us from many diseases, this is normal, and we are called human beings and human beings, and we are deprived of our most basic rights since the days of breastfeeding, it does not really matter, does it not, well, the wolf keeps his mother for her to breastfeed him as the Creator commanded her without adding or decreasing, and she loves it With all her heart, she planted love in his heart, and when his return became strong, she pushed him firmly to learn how to earn a livelihood in his stomach, how to learn life, she who taught him how to fish, how to eat, how to marry and raise children, in our time, well I leave you this question, how many of us did not know him One of the axioms is lost in the corridors of life, it stumbles, falls, He breaks, and rises by himself time after time to learn everything, with his hand, with his mind, with his experiences, as the proverb says: “Everyone learns from his bag.” Where is humanity in this parable, well it does not matter, the wolf marries the son of the wolf and his mother teaches him intuitions, he gives birth to his children, raises them, gives them his tenderness Likewise, like his mother, and when his wife dies, what does he do, no one asked himself this question that this wolf, whom you falsely accused of eating a night that you found cunning, what does he do, well maybe you do not have a wide knowledge in the world of wolves like me, so I will tell you, that the wolf fulfilled what God created On this earth, yes, when he lost his wife and dies, he does not marry, the world is practicing for her sake, and if she was deliberately killed, he will take revenge for her even if the price is his life, so after her death he remains loyal to her, raising what she put on her stomach, placing his head in front of all female wolves, as an indication that he did not Afterwards he wants a wife, whoever took his heart with her, his feelings, his bed, his life as well, this is the truth of the wolf that everyone tried to falsify, did you not read the story of Mowgli, the forest boy who raised him a wolf, or do you believe some stories and disbelieve some, I do not know this is due You, we continue, this wolf from all points of view, so how about him To devour and watch a relative, she has the courage to wander alone in a huge forest in which she knows nothing but the presence of ferocious monsters, and you classify her as a wolf, I do not know. Perhaps the innocent / dexterous Laila seduced the wolf with her kindness, and one of his sons, perhaps he wanted to protect her from the unknown in the forest that did not Laila paid attention to her, and watched her to protect her, so she seduced him with her tenderness to follow her to her grandmother's house, who was there when she arrived and set a trap for him, she and her grandmother, so we do not forget what God Almighty said in the Holy Qur’an: “Their plots are theirs.” The wicked / gentle Laila continued to lure the naive wolf into the house. Under the pretext of feeding her sick grandmother, well the question here is why does a sick grandmother live in a lonely place in the middle of the woods, while her daughter’s mother’s house, or Laila, is at the beginning. Here, I will not address the family relationships that are clearly what they are. Who leaves her mother sick old in the middle of a forest, if this mother is not ..., this is for you. Cunning Laila enters the house of her kind grandmother as you call, and finds her lying on the bed claiming illness, while Laila enters the kitchen to prepare the teapot for the grandmother, the wolf enters as a matter of curiosity, to be placed in the oven of the trap that we set for him, so the grandmother ties it and puts it On the bed and she was Laila helped her surprise him with a hot teapot, pouring its contents on his back with all brutality, so that he lay in pain, groaning in pain, so that the wicked grandmother would enjoy, and the cunning Laila had delicious strawberry and cranberry cakes, and they were preparing a creamy wolf meat dinner, well you would say that I am exaggerating, this is ridiculous Very much, you are the ones who are exaggerating, yes and I forgot that I told you this same innocent wolf who God acquitted him from the blood of Joseph with which his brothers accused him, just as Joseph's brothers were almost from his flesh and blood for him, and accused the innocent wolf, Laila and her grandmother were almost of the same flesh and blood of the same wolf who Countless accusations were attached to him, for not everything that is thin on the outside is tender on the inside, and vice versa, this is how Laila was almost to those we thought the intriguing, and so most of our stories would have been forged if we looked at them right.
Do not believe what you hear is true what you see, while wiping your eyes several times.
Syria - Raqqa
8/11/2020
Baidaa Al saleh Al abd
