Saturday, 3 September 2011

Return of the Tribe

I wandered around blindly alone. Smiling left and right, hearing mismatched sentences out many conversations. I needed cold air. So I sat on the stairs, the drafts from the air conditioning being the most concentrated there.

Sitting near the top, I saw it so clearly that it made me frown.
My friends had sectioned themselves off into groups. Though the term friends is used loosely here, it was a mixture of old friends, new friends and acquaintances.

Those hailing from Baghdad sat on chairs, their eyes heavily lined with kohl, speaking of university friends and gossip. Occasionally their laughs deep and mellow.

The Najafis and Karbalaies had taken next to the the decorative Islamic art and the quieter areas. Their clothes uncharacteristically colourful.Their smiles genuine the night long.

The few Kurdish girls were already setting the sparklers alight, their language distinct through the crowd. They conversed briefly with the Baghdad girls, generally talking about fashion.

The girls hailing from Mosul made me feel inadequate as a female, as they simultaneously held conversations and helped out with children.

My distant relatives from Diyala concentrated around the kitchen, their hospitality organized and generous, their shyness cute. Their dialect making me smile occasionally.

I wondered why despite positive attributes, that their conversation with the other 'groups' were limited. Seemingly only a gesture of politeness.

As the gathering drew to a close, I got my answer.

Each girl left on the tail of her mother.


jnana said...

So strong...

Jeffrey said...


Today for the first time in a long time I've been revisiting the Iraqi blogosphere. A lot of time has passed, hasn't it? I was over at Abbas's "Catharsis" (formerly the Konfused Kid blog) and reading old comments-page debates. Man, those were the days! Really good, heated debates. I saw that you recently posted, so I'd thought I'd drop in and say hi. I've always liked your blog and your writing -- and great sense of humor and ironic take on life. Love your spirit, Touta.



Touta said...

thanks, you're really too sweet. :)

the old bloggers have gone to live their 'adult' lives I suppose, but I think you might be interested in the role on the new iraqi bloggers, they're planning a protest. They're generally much more proactive and angry than before (arab spring?).

You better not be sprouting those love words to every iraqi girl blogger (thanks for the compliments). Remembering Iraq because of the coming 10 year anniversary by any chance?

see you around :)

دردشة عراقنا said...

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