THE EVIL EYE (Fiction)

[b]The child was playing with other children in an open ground. He was the most handsome of them all and the worst-dressed. Some children teased him about his old jellaba that he wore everyday while today was a day of eed. An elder cousin of his rebuked the teasers, saying they were jealous of him because he was more good-looking than them. A young man stood at the edge of the open ground and waved to the handsome child, who went to him hesitantly.
“Hassan Uld Muhammad, is it you?” said the young man.
“Yes, it’s me,” replied the child.
“Where’s your father?”