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it was the first wedding i attended in kafr charla. my cousin s in there was a little older than me. the bride s mother my aunt by here sat in a corner surrounded by other women coughing nervously. and dabbing her eyes with the edge of her shawl. behind the women smiles i could detect their sadness the tears that had dried over the years the gloom which envelops memories of their own wedding night. but here zainab as mother stood up tied her shawl around her hips and joined the girls as they danced. the bridegroom to began to dance lifting his long pointed staff high in the air. the bridegroom s stick was destined to lend unseen abs back later in the evening when others were preparing dinner. according to custom she would have to sample the sting of his stick before she could sample the food he brought home.