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Thursday, June 14, 2012

another 'reliving' post











My sandaled feet are dusty, my arms weary from carrying the watermelon. I scan the crowd, making sure Lilly and my sister are still in sight. Women chatter in Arabic as I push through the crowd. The air smells of sweat and trash. The sun beats down on my skin, making it even tanner. For a moment I wish I had dark skin like the people around me, maybe then I could bear the heat easier. 


I smell cinnamon, nutmeg, and coffee in the air. I stop and inhale it deeply, closing my eyes. A young man rams into me from behind. "Watch it!" He shouts, then lets out another rush of words I can't understand. I almost drop the watermelon. He stares at me for a moment, at my white skin, at my light hair. I turn away from him. 


Now I have lost sight of Lilly and my sister. In these crowds it's easy for one to get lost. I decide to stay put, so I move into a nearby tent to get out of the sun. The man in the tent has his tables full of cloth, different colors and prints. I finger my paper thin skirt, holding the watermelon cradled in my arm. 


"Kendra!" I whirl around. Lilly is standing there, her hands on her hips. She grabs my hand and pulls me forward. "What do you think you're doing?" She blurts out in fluent Arabic. 


"We thought you were lost," Anna says in English. My head spins from the different noises and sounds. 


Lilly sighs and takes the watermelon from me, then hands me a bag of bananas. "Come, it's time to go home." 


"Can we take a rickshaw?" I plead. My legs and arms ache. I don't even want to think of the long walk back home. 


Lilly starts to go on about how that will cost three pounds out of her pay, but she flags down a rickshaw anyway. I lift up my skirt and squeeze in the backseat between Anna and Lilly. As the rickshaw starts the wind blows through my sweaty hair, lifting it off my neck. I lean back in the seat and close my eyes, still catching a whiff of cinnamon as we drive by. 

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I'm thinking of making these posts into a little series, maybe posting one each week or so . . . I really don't want to forget these memories. What do you all think?

11 comments:

  1. You should definitly do more of these posts! and it's creepy how obbsessed i am with your photography- it's amazing.

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  2. awwwwwh this writing is AMAZING!! (:

    x.

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  3. I love your writing and photography in this post.
    I can't wait for the next one.
    <3
    Anna

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  4. Actually, better yet - I think you should put these memories in a book. I'd read it. ;)

    Definitely *loved* this post!

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  5. ooooh, the beads. the beads are beee-autiful! and the story was awesome. you should totes do more.

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  6. Kendra, your photography keeps getting better and better and better. So raw. So unique. So you. I'm eating up every picture you take.

    Yes, yes! You definitely should. I really enjoyed that little story.

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  7. You are seriously gifted. I love the beads and the setting up trains.

    Yes! Write!

    In Christ,
    Heidi

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  8. Brings back memories. Love it :)

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  9. i love these posts! you should so do a series! xD and I *love* your photography!! it's like so just real.

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  10. Great story post! Yeah, definitely post them regularly! :) And wonderful photos! Love the bokeh!

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  11. this was so lovely! how you described the smell and the fabrics! oh it just made you feel like you were there! and i just love the picture of the beads,i will have to try it one day! :)

    ~madison
    fountainofmercy.blogspot.co,

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