Hmmmm. As I write my title my obviously great wit kicks in with layer upon layer of meaning.
Our neighborhood in the last few days has been in full swing. It is a festival which culminates in our front yard. It is the reason my good friend Zay has cuts all up and down her arms. It is the reason my upstairs neighbor's husband is walking around bare foot, dressed in all black. It is the reason our gully was chalk a block full of camels yesterday. It is this mysterious festival of which everyone knows that that Shia Muslims beat themselves but here in this layer upon layer of cultural gulash everyone celebrates in some way.
There is a fair for children, happened yesterday, at which men walk around with blood flowing down their heads or congealing. There is a fair for women, tomorrow, which is held in the graveyard and is a annual free for all shopping spree. You literally have to shove women out of the way to get to the next stall which might be selling anything from chai cups to toy guns. There is a parade of gloriously decked out boxes, some the sizes of small houses being drug by elephants. The boxes are coffins. There are men dancing in the streets waving swords. There is what seems to be a competition of who decorated their box best.
It is chaos. It impacts every aspect of our lives! I have boys knocking on my door raising money for their religious school's decorated pole that will come through the streets tomorrow. There are camels blocking the gully where I go to play with the kids. There are horses prancing up and down our gully which is small potatoes compared to the roving bands of boys each gaggle with a slew of drums which they beat in rhythm and yell. The worst for me however is the constant yelling over the loud speakers They sound like they are right outside our house. These babies are cranked up high and they are going non stop... hence the rather hoarse voices raging on and on through my window but just now it stopped. The daily cut in power cut out the noise and I had to laugh out loud! The daily grind of life was an unexpected gift today of peace.... until the generators start!
Praise God for the Cut in Electricity Today!
Our neighborhood in the last few days has been in full swing. It is a festival which culminates in our front yard. It is the reason my good friend Zay has cuts all up and down her arms. It is the reason my upstairs neighbor's husband is walking around bare foot, dressed in all black. It is the reason our gully was chalk a block full of camels yesterday. It is this mysterious festival of which everyone knows that that Shia Muslims beat themselves but here in this layer upon layer of cultural gulash everyone celebrates in some way.
There is a fair for children, happened yesterday, at which men walk around with blood flowing down their heads or congealing. There is a fair for women, tomorrow, which is held in the graveyard and is a annual free for all shopping spree. You literally have to shove women out of the way to get to the next stall which might be selling anything from chai cups to toy guns. There is a parade of gloriously decked out boxes, some the sizes of small houses being drug by elephants. The boxes are coffins. There are men dancing in the streets waving swords. There is what seems to be a competition of who decorated their box best.
It is chaos. It impacts every aspect of our lives! I have boys knocking on my door raising money for their religious school's decorated pole that will come through the streets tomorrow. There are camels blocking the gully where I go to play with the kids. There are horses prancing up and down our gully which is small potatoes compared to the roving bands of boys each gaggle with a slew of drums which they beat in rhythm and yell. The worst for me however is the constant yelling over the loud speakers They sound like they are right outside our house. These babies are cranked up high and they are going non stop... hence the rather hoarse voices raging on and on through my window but just now it stopped. The daily cut in power cut out the noise and I had to laugh out loud! The daily grind of life was an unexpected gift today of peace.... until the generators start!
Praise God for the Cut in Electricity Today!
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