Until I give up the idea of the houses

They say that a colony of ants was eating the walls and the birds, they say that their ancestors migrated three times in two centuries, they say that they filled in a swamp and built a house for God first, then houses for the dead second, and finally houses for the survivors of the curse of the small creatures. Many people were oppressed here, and this village was called "Mayet Adlan," and it seems that the new generations are proud of the name or that the names lose their memory from being gnawed by our teeth. "Mayet Adlan," my dear beautiful village, my motherland that visits me every night in nightmares, has streets with names written by the government itself: Revolution Street, the Pharaohs, the Rightly Guided Caliphs, even a sign pointing to the cemeteries written on it "Cemeteries."