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Sudden silence fell over the café. Everyone dropped their things and turned to see Laz standing, staring at a person wearing a red woolen qashabiya.
Nothing remains in the valley but stones. Nothing remains in the valley but stones.
People wondered why Laz repeated the call three times. This was the first time he had done so since independence. The Grand Master does not speak out of desire.
Only Hamou knew this. He didn’t want to tell his nephew, standing beside him, waiting for the bus to take him to the city to continue his university studies.
Perhaps he felt sorry for him, perhaps believing he knew, like him, the story of this strange call that people had become accustomed to hearing in this era.
He had spoken the story of Laz for three whole years, to the point where he believed people knew it by heart. He even felt they were bored.
Even those who knew Mariana, witnessed Laz’s entire childhood and youth, and suffered greatly from them. They began to question the origin and origin of the Laz.
They began to believe the rumors and stories circulating about it. Sidi Ali bin Al-Hafsi spoke about the Laz, saying: “He never dies, never perishes, and never lies.”
They said: “Every hair of his is blessed and pure.”
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