Places in yemen

Who of us doesn't like novels and legends? Especially those that you can never erase from your memory, no matter how long you hear it or even see it, really. I will tell you today my journey to one of the Yemeni villages, which I have called the land of strangeness. I've seen it unless I believe him.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

My life, you'll think I'm crazy or false but that's the truth. When I decided to go on a trip with my best friend and sister to one of the villages next to my village that I rarely visit, then my aunt objected us to the existence of ghosts in that village that appear only in the evenings, it's the ghosts of its inhabitants who disappeared hundreds of years ago and left only the ruins of their houses and the myth of their circulation. Generations after generation. This is due to what happened in them for the last hundred years... A village full of people with many similar buildings, separated only by small alleys, was a village populated with a relatively small area for the rest of the very large villages. This village is called the village of the Jews to embrace many of them the Jewish religion, or the witch village as the old man called it as they claimed they were using magic and that was a reason for God's wrath on them and their punishment.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                        

All the villagers disappeared overnight. When I said all of them, I mean it. When I asked my grandmother why they disappeared, she answered me with horror. It's God's punishment.                                                                                                                                                                                                         

                                                                                         I didn't understand anything, so I insisted I go with my best friend and my sister down there to check, which I was very curious about.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                          

In fact, I didn't believe a word I was told, that a village containing hundreds of human beings in one night could hardly be believed, not only that they did not just disappear but their houses were completely wiped out and there remained only small ruins showing the existence of buildings that were no longer present. I stepped in with my friend and sister with confidence and did not pay any attention to my grandmother or aunt...                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                             

On a sunny day filled with clouds that soften the heat of the sun to be a pleasant refreshing atmosphere...

I was able to get to the place where I heard about him to that cursed village.

We found no difficulty in having it, and the surprise was.... We were surprised when we found nothing but a very large area of the Earth. The cheerful green is barely able to see the end of that vast land, which overlooks the edge of the Highland Mountain, to see through which the villages are creatively below. Those charming terraces make you feel good, yes, that village was on top. Mount.                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                           

I walked a little, and I wasn't paying attention, and I blocked my feet with a rock that drove me down when I got up to see that rock, to be surprised that it was a well-planted rock on the ground, adjacent to each other form a square shape, to show me that it's a place for a house that has only traces of it. In the same way, the House and the house are separated by a simple place where two can walk (and I suspect this is the alley).                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                                    

All of the village is painted and planned with stones clear layout indicating the existence of buildings that were removed and that was not only his, but found an old cemetery belonging to that village, that village was wiped out by ants and rain. Yes, it's the ants and the rain.                                                                                                                                                                                                                

Big black ants swept through that village eating their agricultural crops that all depend Population on it for a whole year, from the summer rains to the following year at the same time. Not only did those exotic ants eat the crops, but they went home and ate their food, they slept at night and their dish was full of food (bread, cheese and other food stashed) and when they woke up in the morning they saw Their dish has been replaced with ants and no traces of food anymore.                                                                                              

The village was hit by famine, and they no longer find maiaklonh, also why the ants no longer find what you eat, and the exotic ants start to eat humans, you see this strange but permissible, the ants began to eat parts of their bodies, they did not feel it until they woke up and the ants covered their bodies, to start suffering. They feel that Their bodies are burning, and they can't do anything.                                                                                                                                                                                       

All the villagers decided to leave their homes and all the Maimlkon and migrate to a safer place to evacuate the ants, and before the day of their departure, the sky was filled with a strange clouds, piled together on top of each other as a matrix cushion to warn of the dreadful storm, and the rain came down for the first time. In a season it is impossible to rain and for one night only...Autumn season. Because the rains in Yemen have always rained in the summer only since Yemen knew that there was no rain in it except in one season, summer.                                                                                                                                                                                              

The day was one of the strangest days in Yemen and without warning the rain fell in the autumn in one night, and in a few hours the land of that village was filled with rain and the houses were covered up to its roof.

The torrent then took that village, dragging its stones towards the abyss, to keep all these houses all the way and without warning.

When the morning sun shone on this village it was wiped out and there were no more empty ruins showing the existence of a village that was once inhabited, a village that had become of the past. That's what the woman told us that we found her caring for her sheep near the village, and when I asked her why this strange event happened.

No one knows. The answers to this question have varied and no one knows the right, we cannot say that it is an accident of nature.

It is not possible to have torrential rains for only one night and in the autumn. What we can tell is that it's definitely a home punishment, and we don't know why. Well, you've shown us a lot of facts so far, and this legend, traded by all the people of the neighboring villages, most of which surprised me and made me believe this legend is when I sat down with my sister and my best friend to rest a bit, we got a lot of walking. These villages are still a little bit primitive, there are no ways to allow For the arrival of the cars, you can only walk it on foot. Get us out of our bag. Some biscuits to eat so I fell on a biscuit to the ground when I took it to get it off the ground. Being a blessing we have to keep it from trampling on it the feet of others found its place a pile of community ants, sped The black ants gathered towards the biscuit to cover it completely, and as the mountains piled up, they became rocks, a pile of exotic black ants, some on top of each other. Not one minute passed until the ants were scattered and I went in a row to leave the place and there was no trace of the biscuit, I felt terrified in my veins I decided to leave Fast, and on our way back, we found an old woman who told us, "Why did you go to the village of Magic. You did a good job of leaving her for a long time. The spirits of her ancient inhabitants are still alive there. She pointed to a large flat rock on which some strange inscriptions were made and she said, "that rock contains some incantations of their charms." In the past, Yemen has not known the papers until recently, it has been isolated from the world for so many years.

They were old they used to write on the rock, when we got close to the rock, we found those inscriptions, which seemed to be old letters that we couldn't translate, maybe if we were archaeologists to understand it and we knew the truth of it if it was magic or a diary of one of them or the truth of this village.

The important thing is that although we feel scared but we had a lot of fun on our journey, we were able to see the village lands down the mountain, and it was a joyful green color that makes you feel so happy that, whatever your mental state, then you will shifts every modalla and feel that you were born again between these fields and the green terraces.

From the top of the mountain to the bottom and at the bottom of the mountains, there are many villages that certainly carry many stories and novels that may be real and God just sayings and legends conveyed by the ancestors for the old amusement to be inherited by the modern generations. Hosts have some evidence that makes us believe the story and we dont know is it Truth or imagination.

I hope you have enjoyed your reading of my adventure, as I did by living up to it and telling you.