Muharram Part II:
The last night was the most amazing night of ashoora (the 9th and 10th days of mourning). The streets were filled with people. Shereen, Sahar, Sarah and I sat on the side of a Mataam on these matts with a bunch of other women. The street was a side street branched off from a larger street, was short and curved into more narrow twisted streets. The echo of the men singing was powerful and everyone fell silent to hear this man singing in Farcy about feeling pain for the mother who has lost a child, and the sound of the men pounding their chest in the background.
It was a moment I remember, surrounded by nice moments I've already forgotten. I got some of it on tape, but it's no where near reality.
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Still in the office and it's 9 PM. Hungry, tired and have no energy to finish today.
The last night was the most amazing night of ashoora (the 9th and 10th days of mourning). The streets were filled with people. Shereen, Sahar, Sarah and I sat on the side of a Mataam on these matts with a bunch of other women. The street was a side street branched off from a larger street, was short and curved into more narrow twisted streets. The echo of the men singing was powerful and everyone fell silent to hear this man singing in Farcy about feeling pain for the mother who has lost a child, and the sound of the men pounding their chest in the background.
It was a moment I remember, surrounded by nice moments I've already forgotten. I got some of it on tape, but it's no where near reality.
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Still in the office and it's 9 PM. Hungry, tired and have no energy to finish today.
1 Comments:
Lyna! where are the pictures you promised? :-)
Aqeel
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