Sara’s unfortunate first marriage, when she was brutalized at the hands
of a cruel husband, everyone in our family is determined to offer Sara
unconditional physical protection.
moved forward to shield Sara, but she was not as fast as her youngest
stepped in front of Sara just as Faten’s hand reached out for her.
felt a sharp tug on my face.
The crazy Bedouin woman had twisted my nose!
had once heard my father say that, “He that does not make a Bedouin fear
him, will soon fear the Bedouin.”
Quite obviously, this woman would understand nothing but force.
Faten reached out to twist my nose once more, I gave a loud cry as I leapt
has been years since I was involved in any kind of physical altercation,
but my years of childhood fighting with the much larger Ali had taught me
to make my moves swift and certain.
I am too small to long outlast a big woman like Faten.
I moved quickly to get a stranglehold on her neck, forcing her
backwards onto the floor.
I tripped on my long skirt and fell on top of my opponent.
other Bedouin women obviously hated Faten, for they did nothing to help
her; rather, they laughed and cheered me on.
woman shouted, “Oh, Princess!
Poke out her eyes!”
encouraged me, “Twist her neck!”
My sisters became hysterical with fear that the vicious Faten would get the best of their baby sister. Their screams resonated through the small tent.
Faten managed to scrape a handful of sand from the floor, and tossed it into my face/
I pulled Faten’s hair until her hands clawed the air as she pleaded for
good measure I pounded her head twice on the hard earth, then rose to my
brushing off my skirt, I offered the greatest insult I could think of, “This
is how you welcome your guests?”