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For my thirtieth birthday, I went to the desert and chartered a Bedouin, Ali, to guide me through the wadis for ten days. We had many adventures and eventually became good friends. One day, after an intense sandstorm that was followed by very rare desert rains, Ali told me of a canyon deep in the wadi. "Maybe once in a decade, after heavy rains like these," he said, "the alcoves and nooks in the canyon fill with cool, fresh water you can drink and swim in." "We must go there," I told him, and we changed our route. That night, we stopped in a small Bedouin encampment where Ali's cousin lived. He insisted we allow him to be our host. We prayed together, bowing and kissing the earth. Later we drank sweet tea and ate the steamed rice and fish we were served and talked about life in the world. We went to sleep filled with excitement, for in the morning, we would travel to the canyon. In the morning, as we were preparing our camels, our host pulled Ali aside. They spoke for a few moments, and then Ali turned to me with a worried look in his eyes. He explained that his cousin had invited us to sit with him for the day and share his wild mutton from a recent hunt. In Ali's culture, to say no to hospitality and fresh meat were sacrilegious, an abuse of the ancient code. He simply could not refuse the offer. As my guide, he was very concerned about what my reaction would be, after all it was he that promised to take me to the magical canyon. We stayed with his cousin all that day, seated around his simple hut over a tray of rice and mutton that had been cooked in the hot sand under a burning fire. The water in the nooks of the canyon remained as elusive as a dream. Ali taught me what every Bedouin innately knows, you live fully in the moment as it unfolds, nothing else is real. |


