"The Bedouin they see all people from all walks of life. The city people, they stay in their homes and they learn nothing."
Words of a Bedouin.
They live with an awareness which transcends what most people are not capable of in their day-to-day lives. They watch, they listen, as all kinds of people come and go. We have a snapshot of their life, but they have a snapshot of thousands of lives.
It's as if children wander into the desert, and thre before them stands a circle of tall wise men, welcoming them.
"Come to our desert, we will share our land, our life; we already know yours. Do with this what you will, for we will as well; yet only good things should pass between us."
These men, they have their own way of expressing freedom, a manefestation of land that they live in, the open hospitality of the desert. Sand does what it will, and you mus simply let it, becaue you cannot fight sand nor wind.
If a Bedouin comes, they will welcome him, even if his intentions may not be good. It is not until wronged that a Bedouin will reprimand. You may act as you wish as long as you do not hurt the reputation of another.
They are wise men who respect each other, knowing that they see with the same eyes. This perspective is not to be spilled onto those who cannot see and who can use it to slay a wise man's image. To see is a privelage, a knowledge built with time and experience. Yet it is also a blessing to be born to wise men.
In the Bedouin, there is a tradition, a passing of wisdom, of essence, from generation to generation. A spoon of food is given from the mouth of a father, or a wiseman, or a grandfather, to a child. In this a great man will give a child his greatness, his wisdom, his qualities.
In this the way they build a world that is tied to the natural rythyms of life: nature, communication, and Allah.
