A man coming home from work saw a shadow like a figure leaning against
an olive tree it was Death, polishing his hoof and sharpening his scythe.
The man said no, not me I`m too young to be harvested he then took a plane
to Madrid in Spain where got employment in lawyer`s office.
At the first day, he knocking on the door death sat in the chair and said;
from now on you are my helper. Go back home and dispose of your parents their
time has come, greatly disturbed the man took a plane home and death stood
leaning against an olive tree a shadow on a sunny autumnal day. In the house,
his parents said crying the had just buried their son, they didn't see or heard him,
and the man knew that henceforward he was Death`s little helper.
This story is based on a Syrian story of a man riding from Damascus across
the desert in the night to Baghdad to avoid death but a drone picked him up
thought the horse was a jeep and fired off a rocket, the man had to walk, to
Baghdad, but without water and dates he died of thirst and hunger