.. One day I went to complain... Written by. A. Ahmed Fadl.. رحت في يوم اشتكي بقلم. ا. احمد فضل..



رحت فى يوم اشتكى

يمكن اخد حقى

 ويرجعوا اللى فات

ويخففوا عنى

 الآلام والأهات

قال لى الموظف مالك

 خيريا ابنى وسلامات

أنا باشتكى ياباشا 

والحق عمره مامات

رد إنت.     مدرس

 إنت بس خصومات

والخصم ماشى عليك 

 فى المحيا وف   الممات

وتشوف إللى ما شفته 

 وكمان السبع عجبات 

و ناخد منك دايما

 ونقولك ياباشا هات 

بترول وكهربا نساويك

 وبنوك وكمان بدلات 

ويمكن عاوز تصيف

وتروح    البلاجات

ما الترعة عندك 

ياعم والربع والقنايات 

 دى أمور بعيدة عنك

 ومن رابع المستحيلات

دى أمور بعيده عنك

ومن رابع المستحيلات


بقلم مدرس مغلوب على أمره وبيشكى للناس همه

ا/احمد فضل

One day I went to complain, maybe I could take back my right and they would return what was past and relieve me of the pain and groans. The employee said to me, “Malik Khairia, my son, and Salamat, I am complaining, Pasha, and the right is as old as Mamat,” so you responded. Teacher, you are just discounts, and the discount is on you in life and in death, and you see what you did not see, and also the seven wonders, and we always take from you and tell you, Father, bring oil and electricity, your women and banks, and also allowances, and you may want to spend the summer and go to the balajs. What canal do you have, uncle? And the quarter and canals are things that are far from you, and it is the fourth of these impossibilities. Things that are far from you and the fourth impossibility, written by a helpless teacher who complains to people about his concerns, Mr. Ahmed Fadl 
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