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Compass of Fragmentation - Youssef Kermah
JOD
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Chaos, commotion, and dust swirling like smoke from a fire or a cloud left by the hooves of wild horses. I can barely hear the voice of my relative beside me. At other times, I hear nothing; I pretend to understand what he is saying while comprehending nothing. I can hardly make out what the guests at the table, a roster of relatives, are gesturing at, and I summon all my senses to understand their movements. It was my good fortune to be seated in a quiet spot, or else the tables would have shattered over my head before the tumult of hips and thighs erupted. I sat at a distance, at the direction of my brother-in-law who had reserved this safe place near some quiet, peaceful people who neither drank wine nor smoked hashish, who were older than me, and who were criticizing the weddings of this age with sarcasm and regret. They praised the weddings of the past, which had their own pleasure, spectacle, and beauty, and they also delved into their pasts and their own weddings, which they remembered in minute detail. But in my mind, I mocked their past weddings. What kind of weddings were these, where the bride would travel for half a day to her husband's family, carried on a camel or a mule?