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A Walk in the Desert

5/31/2018

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Last night I dreamed of Siwa. I saw myself walking among sand dunes.
 
Siwa is a legendary oasis in the immense western desert of Egypt, close to the Libyan border. From Alexandria, the city named after him, Alexander the Great traveled 300 miles on a white stallion to reach Siwa. A poor imitator, I covered about the same distance from Cairo in a black airconditioned car. Alexander had gone to see the oracle of Amund and ask when he would see Macedonia again. I went to see the desert and evade the stale Christmas festivities in the capital.
 
In reality, there was a bigger reason for the trip. my family had been fragmented. I was living in Washington, Jane was working in Cairo, my daughters were dispersed in Pennsylvania and Egypt. Siwa gave us a quiet holiday together. It meant a lot to me, perhaps to all of us.
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It was a beautiful time. The weather was pleasant, the pensione we lived in was comfortable, the food was different but good. Lina and Monica quickly chose a room with a large window, looking out on a glorious row of palm trees. I settled down on the portico and deliberately chose a dry martini, for it came with a truly remarkable olive. Siwa’s olives are famous and cost double of other olives. All around were miles of sand, of course, but the little oasis had a unique charm of its own.
 
Even in the thirteenth century Siwa had only seven families and forty residents. Now it has thirty thousand people. It is a special community whose people are identifiably different from the Egyptians. Ethnically they are Berbers, a part of the world community of Berbers called Maghreb. The Berbers were a dominant group in North Africa, in countries like Algeria, Morocco, Tunisia and Mauritania, and the Siwans have a lot in common with Berber families of Libya. When the Arabs prevailed and Islam became the main religion, the Berbers lost their language and had to fall in line.
 
I heard the Berbers of Siwa call themselves Amazighs, meaning free men, a term of defiance against the Arabization of their world. They are certainly proud of their tradition, keep themselves apart from Egyptian culture and have occasionally risen in revolt against Egyptian authorities. The story is told that when King Fouad first visited Siwa, he was offended by their homosexual practices and could not believe that it continued in a Muslim land. By now most Berbers have become Sunni Muslims, though some have converted to other religions. This was my first encounter with a major pre-Arab group and I had to confess that the only two Berbers I knew about were Saint Augustine and the famous Roman general Lusius Quietus, who brought the Jews to heel.
 
The food in the oasis, given the fact that we were sitting in the middle of a desert, amazed me with its quality. The Berbers commonly serve cous cous, now fairly popular in the western word, along with a delicious meat stew called Tajine or Pastilla, a fragrant chicken pie. For breakfast, we had Bourjeje, a kind of pancake with flour and eggs and Bouchiar, wafers soaked in butter and honey.
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The children were eager to explore the place and we decided to brave the midday sun. We took a quick look at the mosque Aghurmi, stopped to see the picturesque salt lake and then made a long detour to the ancient town at Shali, with its extensive ruins evoking the image of large buildings in a once-vibrant city. What they seemed to enjoy the most was sliding down the mammoth sand dunes in slides that I had only seen used among snow piles in Minnesota. Up and down they went until we were all covered with gritty sand.
 
For me the most interesting was the desert itself, the surrounding expanse of sand. A desert is a bit like its opposite, the sea. The vastness leaves you breathless. I was a young school student when I went, with some friends, to a beach. It was my first encounter with the sea. I was speechless with its beauty and grandeur. As I gingerly waded into the water, I thought: I don’t need anything else to be happy. The memory returned as I wandered in Siwa. The desert does something similar to you. Its immensity staggers you and makes trifles of your petty miseries and disappointments. I just stood there, at the window or just a hundred yards from my room, and I watched in silence the endless, undulating masses of sand, glistening in the moonlight. I felt I needed the desert to leave behind my inane heartaches.

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​The next morning, we went to the temple of the Oracle of Amund. Few pillars remain. That was where princes and generals came to ask monumental questions of war and pestilence and to humbly learn what the future held for them and their kingdoms. That was where, after conquering the world, Alexander the Great came to learn about the future – his future. The august Oracle of Amund acknowledged Alexander as the new Pharaoh of Egypt, but, in a staggering blow, told him that he would not see his beloved Macedonia ever again. As predicted, though just 32, he died on his way back home.
 
I saw the vast Egyptian desert and sensed its majesty and peace, but could bring little of it back with me.

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5/22/2020 22:58:11

We can all have a great reflection when we are walking alone. We can think of different things that we can do for us to improve the character that we have. Our personality is changing but we should be smart enough to handle the different complications that we are facing right now. We need to keep hope alive and we need to be smart enough to gather the different information that we have but we should always learn how to contain our emotions for it will lead us to bigger problems.

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