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What families should know about the Kusama exhibit
We have fallen for the new 'gourd-geous' Kusama exhibit at the Dallas Museum of Art. "All the eternal love I have for the pumpkins" is a truly unique and magical experience. However, there's so many rules to follow in order to view it. I thought I would put a list together of all the things families should know before visiting. It would help manage expectations so that you get the most out of this fascinating avant-garde art exhibit. It's truly a spectacle to be enjoyed.
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Are you ready to slip into your billionaire Choos and come dream big with the Neiman Marcus Fantasy Gifts? From a 1.6 million dollar New Years Eve party in Times Square to creating your own Champagne with Armand de Brignac to helping fund clean water wells in developing countries. Plus I have my fantasy vacation all planned out.
Getting ready for Le Dîner en Blanc
I'm looking for a white outfit for the upcoming Le Dîner en Blanc event on October 7th, 2017. What is Dîner en Blanc? Most people have never heard of exclusive soiree because it's the city's kept secret. It's a little like Fight Club, you'll have to find a way to get an invitation to attend but without the violence of course.And you know what the first rule of Fight Club is? The first rule of Fight Club is that you never talk about Fight Club. It's the same with Dîner en Blanc.
10 reasons to staycay at Four Seasons Dallas
Staycations are perfect in the second half of summer. It is that time of summer when you feel time has whizzed by too fast. Wasn't it only just May? And with another impending school year just weeks away, we recommend a late summer getaway at Four Seasons Resort and Club Dallas* in Las Colinas. "Are we going on a long road trip?" my littles ask. The kids are pleasantly surprised that our 'road trip' ended in just thirty minutes. That's the beauty of vacationing at the Four Seasons Dallas; it feels far enough to be away somewhere without the pangs of travel time. But the Four Seasons is in more than the hotel business, they're in the business of making memories for the whole family. Our latest YouTube Video of our weekend staycation says it all. If you need more reasons to visit, here are our top ten reasons why IttyBittyFoodies love vacations at the Four Seasons Dallas.
Secret lives of IttyBittyFoodies bloggers
What do bloggers do? I get asked all the time from people who imagines a wild and glamorous life. So in this post, we open up our personal lives to our readers and show you a glimpse into our crazy lives with three boys and how we navigate our 'media' lives. What does a week looks like for the IttyBittyFoodies?
Party Idea: Team Building with Taste
Have you always wanted to be on Master Chef or Chopped? Last week, I got a taste of cooking show stardom at Team Building with Taste with my DFW Bloggers group. Located in North Dallas at Frankford and Preston, this team building facility was full of fun, excitement and food! The mission is to put together a dish, cook it, plate it, then present it before a panel of judges with a team of people in an hour. Are you ready for the challenge?
Family Days at The Samurai Collection
Our weekend soared to new heights as IttyBittyFoodies hosted Kodomo no Hi, Japanese Children's Day at the Ann and Gabriel Barbier-Mueller Museum: The Samurai Collection. The collection located at Harwood District features Family Days on the first Saturday of each month. In samurai times, Children's Day commemorated a samurai's coming of age. Today, Kodomo no Hi is Japanese national holiday. The day honors growth and happiness of all children and is often spent flying Koinobori, or carp-shaped kites. According to a Chinese legend which tells of a carp who swims upstream and transforms into a dragon, the carp is a symbol of strength and success. We spent the day making our own carp kites and flying kites at the Rockefeller Gardens located on the 12th floor of Harwood International. What a spectacle it was to fly kites against a backdrop of skyscrapers. Click to view our fun Kodomo no Hi video highlights!


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How would you answer the question: What is the opposite of fear?
For me, there are different answers on different days, depending on what I'm experiencing and where I'm at in my journey.
Sometimes the answer is Love. Sometimes the answer is Courage.
Today, I feel that the opposite of fear is Absolute Acceptance.
Accept everything. Accept what the moment brings to me. Who said it should be any other way? Why do we put so many expectations on life? Life should be like this and it shouldn't be like that. He's supposed to do this and she's supposed to do that. I'm not supposed to be like this, it's not supposed to be this way…and so on and so on.
Have you ever taken a look at how many should's and supposed to's that you are projecting onto each and every moment? The problem is that we are mostly doing it unconsciously. But I invite you to bring it into your conscious awareness. It may be painful, yet I still invite you to do it. It's when we finally see the truth of our habits that we have the opportunity to change.
Life is life. But I put my expectations on it. Then, when life doesn't match my expectations, I suffer. Isn't it so?
Let's check our expectations carefully. I believe that they are causing us pain. But the good news is: Although we cannot change the current of life, we can change ourselves and our expectations of it. We can change our perspective. We can let go of our demands on life and just lean into it AS IT IS.
Is this easy to do? No way!
But will it bring us more peace? Yes, definitely.
I have heard some call this "radical acceptance". I want to call it "absolute acceptance." Absolutely accept every single thing as it is. Look into your own heart and find the judgement, expectation and "should" that you put onto yourself, your situation, or the person involved in it.
Let's stop demanding from life. It's stressing us out and disabling us from being ALIVE.
Let's start in small doses – just a moment here or there when you can grab hold of this perspective. Awaken the calmly observing eye within you that is watching life through you without any commentary of goods and bads, rights and wrongs. I'm not saying to stay there always because that will lead to disappointment in yourself. Instead, take it easy and slow… just try to begin the process of waking it up. That eye is always open, but we couldn't allow ourselves to see from it because we were so busy judging ourselves and our innocent lives. And why? With what and whose standards have we been judging with?
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June is the month to roll out the red carpet and honor the role of dad. You're blessed if you had a good dad, and you may still be struggling if you didn't. We all know the impact of "Dad" in our lives.
I asked my adult daughters to list some of the top qualities and favorite memories of their dad.
Here's their list:
- He makes us laugh (even though his humor can be corny).
- He listens, asks questions, and cares about what is going on in our lives.
- He prayed over us every night when he thought we were sleeping.
- Riding "Daddy Horsey" off to bed, even when our feet drug the floor.
- The way he loves Mom.
- He took the time to take us on special dates.
- He was always at our plays, musicals, tennis matches, softball games, and more.
- He was our biggest fan!
- The way he reads the Bible every morning.
Make a list and share it with your dad this Father's Day. Or maybe ask your children to make a list. You'll quickly notice that the things listed don't have anything to do with stuff but mostly have to do with time. This Father's Day, get control of your time. That's what your children want most from you. Go ahead, stop what you are doing and read to your child, play a game of catch, watch your daughter dance in the sun! Today could make your child's favorite memories of Dad list.
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A French retailer sent the internet barmy this weekend by listing Grand Theft Auto IV for release in June... on Nintendo DS.
The release list - which you can viewhere- pinpoints the supposed handheld version for a June 15 release, although that's still the first and only thing we've heard about it.
Rockstar and Nintendo have yet to comment on the news, but if proven true it wouldn't be that surprising. After all, Grand Theft Auto has already been released on Game Boy and Game Boy Advance.
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You come from an existing IT professionals, whether you are a software developer or from a system admin or operations team, and you help them appreciate the challenges facing start-ups or companies which are looking to embrace scalable software deployment as well as the architectures and thought processes they can be use to address these challenges. First, always look at the purpose of DevOps, is ultimately the purpose of your organization. Here are few of the problems face by every organization.
The Problems We face:
"Cloud is about how you do computing, not where you do computing" — Paul Maritz
The landscape of software development is exponentially increased over the decade. With advances in hardware and software the pace of innovation is only accelerated. If you are not adopting the new technologies you might go out of business. New tools, languages, frameworks, agile, micro-services architecture came into picture to reduce the time to market and you easily do the more than 100 builds a day using the Continuous Delivery(CD) model. Virtualization has changed the game for operational teams. You can create a service in minutes and harness the full power of physical(virtual servers) computing resources. If your software is buggy or have a long response time then it will ruined all your companies image. So, how do you manage everything at this new pace ? How to you change old habits in the organizational structure processes to adapt ? The days are gone where software development phases taking long time period as in months or years. As devops will allow collaboration through all stages of development. That ultimately drive your definition of DevOps.
You will find out out there is no standard definition of Devops. As there are several different definition practitioners come up with as they experience.
"DevOps is the practice of operations and development engineers participating together in the entire service life cycle from design to development to the production support."
Another definition coined by the developers of Chef defines, "A cultural and professional movement, focused on how we build and operate, high velocity organizations, born from the experiences of practitioners."
DevOps is a practice, use suitable and appropriate tools, softwares to build, ship and deploy your application anywhere. The CAMS principle will solve the above problems and helps ease the solution. Making sure everything is going as per the plan, you have full control over your resources and end-users are more than happy. Their is always a room to improve the whole process over time and it's necessary to measure it all. But, for that measurement to be actionable, there has to be a good communication and a culture of sharing and collaborating between all the teams involved. This culture and collaboration leads the automation which we follow in the devops.
Culture: The main inspiration for devops is agile. And agile is people over process over tools. Even if you have best developers in the world, if there is no co-ordination between them, it might lead to huge loss of time as well resources. Lean approach benefits and make you focus on main goal rather doing the unnecessary, less important work. The culture drive the complete flow of the organization. And, with this the positive outcomes can be expected.
Automation:It's key component in devops. There re many task in development as well in operations team you can automate. It just test your capability to measure how much percentage of your system you have automated ! One big one is deployment, setting up your server to run an application. The system admins were spending days to set up and configure the systems on physical servers and individual upgrade was time consuming. Another, could be migrating your logs to amazon S3, etc. The smart operations people automate as much of this as possible, like write a shell script or use any one configuration management tools like chef, puppet, ansible or saltstack to automate the task. In large infrastructure where you are running thousands of servers, it's impossible to do it manually. You have to have automation in place to get the job done. On the dev site the agile movement embrace the unit test, integration test, continuous integration(CI). Devops impose these into the deployment process which breaks the barrier between the dev and ops people.
Measurement: If you want to improve something, you should have unit of measurement. In devops we called all the measurable metrics as golden signals. The better means the the improvement in performance, response time, etc. In traditional IT, infrastructure monitoring is ops responsibility. This includes like if the server has crashed or application is unavailable or disk is filling up. But, if we monitor individual services on the server we can get much better monitoring with the help of devs as they will make sure application will expose the useful data and integrate certain services for recording and analyzing the services. Monitoring can be apply to release process as if the new release takes the system to slow down, we can roll back to the previous state. The measurement actually goes beyond dev and ops. We can use the same measurement tools to record business metrics, customer activity, transactions per seconds, even customers happiness which we bring into the umbrella of analytics.
Sharing: It's very important that all the teams, stack holders must know the end goal. First, a shared view and suggestion makes the decision and leads to the path. What are the current practices and flows ? Everyone have to participate to make the end goal more concrete. Share input generally creates shared responsibility and ownership. People are willing to work together if there thought and opinions being heard. Discuss and solve the early problems with shared view and shared solution and eliminate the bottlenecks. It should not be burden to other stack holder as new feature release. The shared architecture must be benefited all the teams. To achieve that you need to define and measure key performance indicators with the whole cross functional teams.
Understanding Continuous Improvement
Traditional IT: The old ways are gone and adapt to the new era of DevOps.
Core Conflict: The core services process has to change for betterment.
Reliability (Operations): Remove the friction between the stack holders and make it reliable and easy for shipping.
Speed (Developers): Measure the bottlenecks and improve the speed of entire process.
Embrace the CI/CD pipeline through Continuous Integration, Continuous Delivery and Continuous Deployment.
If Cloud is a new way of computing then DevOps is the modern way of getting things done. You should leverage new age DevOps tools for monitoring, application performance management, log management, security, data protection and cloud management instead of trying to build adhoc automation or dealing with primitive tools offered by AWS. A good open source tools can save time, efforts and money.
DevOps is a culture, a philosophy, a methodology. Software Development and Operations teams that practice DevOps are more agile, more innovative, and more profitable. Through increased collaboration and greater visibility across teams, Development and Operations teams can work more productively and efficiently than ever before.
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Katrina's Story
When my only daughter died unexpectedly at 28 on the operating table, we were all stricken with deep grief. We also grieved the losses that her twin daughters would have, knowing their mother would not be coming home to them. Noelle and Devin were two years old at the time of her death. Their father was not in a position to care for them, and was grieving the loss of their mother as well. So, his mother and I took turns as surrogate mothers trying to provide the twins the best of both worlds and protect them from more pain.
I was living in one state and the other grandmother was living 1,000 miles away in another state. It was hard work, and we gave it our best, but children need consistency and two parents to care for them. They also needed parents who were not both in their sixties. The pain and sadness that we experienced in the loss of our daughter was great. The loss of our grandchildren would have been a double blow if we had not been for us making an open adoption plan and continuing to have ongoing contact with the twins' adoptive parents. We are able to speak to Noelle and Devin, send them gifts, and visit them. They are thriving and receiving the love they deserve and that their birth parents daughter would have wanted. I know my daughter would have approved of this wonderful family and we are all much happier now that the twins have the lovely parents that we found on www.OpenAdoption.com. Thank you for helping us during our loss with a blessing of such a delightful family.


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Our vineyard of Pinot Noir, rooted in the volcanic Jory soil of the Dundee Hills, spans a south-facing hillside. It provides ideal climatic conditions that helps our land produce such exceptional Pinot Noir grapes.
Our History
Our vineyard, originally planted in 1998, has been producing Pinot Noir once per year since 2001. Wines from our vineyard have typically been offered in limited quantities, often just a few hundred cases per year, under the Saga Hills label. As our vines matured, and the roots ran deeper, the wines regularly and repeatedly earned acclaim, high ratings, and were well received by those who managed to obtain them.
Today, Potcake Saga continues to work with the same team that produced those highly desirable vintages. As our team of agricultural specialists tend to our vineyard, we continue to work with the renowned winemaker whose expertise benefited Saga Hills. She has been garnering acclaim for Oregon wines since before the time of our vineyard's infancy.
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Our unwavering attention to detail and our emphasis on Quality over Quantity play a key role in bringing out the essence and subtleties of what nature brings to fruition in our vineyard. Our aim is to simply produce the most superior wines possible. The result is a consistency of quality that leads to superbly balanced and nuanced wines, masterfully crafted and tended to with care.
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It has been a day chalked full of great NBA match-ups. How about a quick mid-day recap?
- New York attempted to hang with Boston, and then got romped. 109-93 Boston.
- Washington sweeps their season series with the Mavs in convincing fashion! 102-84 Wizards.
- San Antonio ends its slide, taking out the not-so-Jordanesque Bobcats. 95-86 Spurs.
- Portland does it again on the road, this time in OT over the Hawks. 111-109 Blazers.
- Indiana looked great without Jermaine O'Neal today against the Sixers. Time to move on I think. 110-103 Pacers.
- Seattle loses its franchise-record 11th straight game; Houston need this win. 96-89 Rockets.
- New Orleans is just pouring it on everyone! The Bucks' struggles continue. 106-92 Hornets.
- Utah seems to be back on track after a lousy December; are the Clippers the Knicks of the west? 109-93 Jazz.
- Minnestoa wins! What the hell Golden State? 109-108 Timberwolves.
Chicago & Memphis are battling it out right now and we still have 3 more games after that! Fantastic day in the NBA!


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Research recent sales in the area for a similar home, research which features of this house might make it worth more than the next door neighbour, research how long properties in the area are usually on the market. Sites like Realestate.com.au and domain.com.au really are your friends here, they have a wealth of information and some pretty nifty reports you can generate to get these answers.
So, after months of open inspections and countless hours online researching you're ready to make an offer on your dream home. Now what?! First things first, tell the agent you're interested. They may ask you to make your offer in writing, or give you feedback on the spot as to whether their vendor will consider, accept or reject your offer. All things going well and your offer is accepted, it's time to sign your contract and schedule the appropriate building or pest inspections during your 2 day cooling off period. Next, starting the process of obtaining finance.
There is no sexier term then 'budgeting.' Hopefully, when you first decided you wanted to become a home owner you sat down and went through how much you can realistically afford each month. A sound budget is a key tool which can help inform your purchase price, and in turn how much deposit you'll need to save. With your budget in mind, you'll also be better prepared to answer the question any good bank or mortgage broker will ask you – at the end of each month, after you've paid for your normal living expenses, how much will you be able to put towards your new mortgage?
There are many different parameters which will determine a 'good' application for finance. The most important being the income to debt ratio, how much of your pay will be left over after you've covered all of your debts and the new mortgage? All banks assign an arbitrary value to cover 'living expenses' each month. This includes things like running a car, paying gas and electricity bills and buying groceries. Next, any credit cards or car loans will need to be accounted for, it's worth noting that a credit card you never use will still need to be included. Now is a good time to streamline yourself financially and close off any unused or unnecessary credit cards or loans, they may be stopping you from borrowing enough to buy your dream home.
After you've demonstrated you can afford the new loan it's time to show how much of a deposit you'll be able to contribute. The most a bank will ever lend for a home purchase is 95% of the purchase price. This leaves 5% as a minimum deposit, but then also an additional amount to cover the costs of stamp duty. As such, a good guide to determine the minimum amount you'll need to save is roughly 10-12% of the purchase price (buy at 350k, deposit of approx. 35-42k) The more deposit you have behind you, the more options you will have in terms of lenders wanting to obtain your business. This is where having a savvy mortgage broker is a great advantage, your bank is never going to tell you that their competitor has a better offer!
If you're like most first home buyers and are struggling to save while paying rent and starting your career then you're more than likely going to become familiar with Lenders Mortgage Insurance (LMI) Lenders Mortgage Insurance is the way banks are able to lend up to 95% of the home's value, it's the way banks mitigate some of their risk for these types of transactions. Essentially, LMI is cover which protects the bank if you default on your new mortgage. The banks simply pass this cost on to you, which is why many people view LMI as 'dead money.' Indeed, LMI doesn't cover you as a borrower at all, but it does allow many more people into the housing market with lower deposits. At the end of the day, the decision comes down to paying the once off LMI premium to get into your home vs another few years of paying rent and trying to save up to 25% of the home's value.
Aside from cash savings, there are other options to gather the deposit to buy - one being asking your family for assistance. If your family isn't in the position to help with a cash sum, you could also consider talking about a family guarantee loan. In short, the bank takes security over a portion of your parent's home equity to mitigate your low deposit. In some cases, guarantee loans can be organised without the buyer having to contribute a cash deposit at all. There is a certain degree of risk associated with family guarantee loans: namely that if you default on the payments, your parents can be called on to repay the remaining debt. As such, it's important to ensure any family guarantee loan is limited to a dollar amount and all parties seek independent legal and financial advice. Having a guarantee from your family can also help you avoid paying Lenders Mortgage Insurance.
Now you've got your deposit sorted and you know how much you need to borrow – where do you start in choosing a loan product? This is again, where a great broker will come into their own. They will know all of the hot offers each lender is currently promoting and will save you countless hours of legwork and comparisons. The two main loan products are arguably fixed or variable loans. Fixed loans will give you the certainty of knowing your repayments won't change over the fixed term if rates increase. The drawback of a fixed loan being that if rates decrease during your fixed period you won't see any of the savings either. You will also be limited in the amount of extra repayments you can make to a fixed loan. Variable loans are the alternative, being flexible and allowing you to experience the changes in rates with the market. Some banks will allow you to 'split' your loan: keeping some fixed to lock in a good rate, while the rest remains variable and allow you to pay as much off as possible.
When it comes to mortgages, no one wants to contemplate paying off their home for 30 years! There are several options to help you get ahead and minimise the time and money spent paying off your new asset. The easiest strategy is to pay your mortgage weekly or fortnightly instead of monthly. This will ensure you make the equivalent of 13 monthly payments per year. Next, consider making the most of any money you have left sitting aside – your monthly bills payments, some savings for a holiday. This money can be put to work by sitting in an offset account, or in loan redraw. An offset means that any savings held in the account will be taken off the total amount owing on your loan when the bank calculates the interest payable each month. E.g. if your mortgage was 100k and you had 10k sitting in your offset account, at the end of the month the bank will only be charging you interest on 90k. It's worth noting that not all variable loans come with an offset, and some banks will charge you a large annual fee for utilizing an offset structure. It's best to reflect back on your budget and estimate how much you will likely be able to keep in the offset each month and calculate if the interest savings will be worth the fee. If not, perhaps parking your money in loan redraw will be more beneficial. Most banks have a basic loan which will allow redraw and is not subjected to monthly or annual fees.
Once your loan is underway it's also a good time to start thinking about your future goals. Not just in regards to property but also in terms of your career, starting a family, building an investment property portfolio. All of these goals need to be considered when structuring your first home loan. Take the approach of 'do it once, do it right.' Having the loan set up correctly now will likely avoid extra fees or charges later, while also making sure you can pay off your new home as soon as possible.


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Beloved mother, grandmother, sister and friend, Mrs. Lorraine Lafferty, of Salt Lake City, Utah, passed away at age 82 on July 23, 2018, in American Fork, Utah. She was born on June 10, 1936, in Ogden, Utah, to the late Florence Mae Page and the late Ersol L. Black.
Lorraine attended the University of Utah and later graduated in Mathematics from Mount San Jacinto College in California. Lorraine married Robert Carl Slatton and divorced, and later married the late Charles (Chuck) Raymond Lafferty.
Lorraine and Chuck lived in Canyon Lake for 25 years where they owned and operated Emilio's Restaurant until 1990. She also worked at Lake Elsinore Unified School District as a teacher's aide until retiring in 2004. She spent the last 14 years in Sun City community Sun Meadows where she had many wonderful friends and neighbors.
Lorraine is survived by her daughter, Kathleen Patricia Lopez; stepson, Todd and Amy Lafferty; stepdaughter, Diane and Gordon Hollick; and half-sister, Sue Blackman, stepbrothers and sisters Kathryn and Bliss Harmer, Maria Mortensen Shields (Glen), David Mortensen (Marsha), Michael Mortensen (Jane), and Elizabeth Mortensen Haslam. She is also preceded by a stepbrother Daniel Russell Mortensen.
Grandchildren are Preston E. Lopez (deceased), Basia D. Lopez, Mariah G. Lopez, Celine and Grant LaMont, Trevor and Tyler Hollick, and Ian and Jon Lafferty.
Lorraine enjoyed golfing, skiing, dogs, line dancing, shuffleboard, traveling, boating, various volunteer and social organizations, camping, gardening and reading. Her greatest joy was watching her grandchildren grow up and taking part in their lives.
Lorraine is a member of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter Day Saints and a member of Canyon Lake Community Church. She was a past president and board member of the Lioness Club for many years.
Friends and family members may attend the funeral service, officiated by Bishop Jack Miles, on Thursday, Aug. 16, from 10 to 11 a.m. at The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints, 225 Mildred St., Perris, CA. Graveside service will be held at 11:30 a.m., at the Riverside National Cemetery, 22495 Van Buren Boulevard, Riverside, CA, at Staging Area 1.


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Kairwan by
Wilbur Daniel
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Kairwan the Holy lay asleep, pent in its thick walls. The moon had
sunk at midnight, but the chill light seemed scarcely to have
diminished; only the limewashed city had become a marble city, and all
the towers turned fabulous in the fierce, dry, needle rain of the stars
that burn over the desert of mid-Tunisia.
In the street Bab Djedid the nailed boots of the watch passed from
west to east. When their thin racket had turned out and died in the
dust of the market, Habib ben Habib emerged from the shadow of a door
arch and, putting a foot on the tiled ledge of Bou-Kedj's fry shop,
swung up by cranny and gutter till he stood on the plain of the
Now he looked about him, for on this dim tableland he walked with
his life in his hands. He looked to the west, toward the gate, to the
south, to the northeast through the ghostly wood of minarets. Then,
perceiving nothing that stirred, he went on moving without sound in the
camel-skin slippers he had taken from his father's court.
In the uncertain light, but for those slippers and the
long-tasselled chechia on his head, one would not have taken him
for anything but a European and a stranger. And one would have been
right, almost. In the city of his birth and rearing, and of the birth
and rearing of his Arab fathers generations dead, Habib ben Habib
bel-Kalfate looked upon himself in the rebellious, romantic light of a
prisoner in exile—exile from the streets of Paris where, in his four
years, he had tasted the strange delights of the Christian—exile from
the university where he had dabbled with his keen, light-ballasted mind
in the learning of the conqueror.
Sometimes, in the month since he had come home, he had shaken
himself and wondered aloud, "Where am I?" with the least little hint,
perhaps, of melodrama. Sometimes in the French cafe outside the walls,
among the officers of the garrison, a bantering perversity drove him on
to chant the old glories of Islam, the poets of Andalusia, and the
bombastic histories of the saints; and in the midst of it, his face
pink with the Frenchmen's wine and his own bitter, half-frightened
mockery, he would break off suddenly, "Voila, Messieurs! you
will see that I am the best of Mussulmans!" He would laugh then in a
key so high and restless that the commandant, shaking his head, would
murmur to the lieutenant beside him, "One day, Genet, we must be on the
alert for a dagger in that quarter there, eh?"
And Genet, who knew almost as much of the character of the
university Arab as the commandant himself, would nod his head.
When Habib had laughed for a moment he would grow silent. Presently
he would go out into the ugly dark of the foreign quarter, followed
very often by Raoul Genet. He had known Raoul most casually in Paris.
Here in the Tunisian bled, when Raoul held out his hand to say
good-night under the gate lamp at the Bab Djelladin, the troubled
fellow clung to it. The smell of the African city, coming under the
great brick arch, reached out and closed around him like a hand—a hand
bigger than Raoul's.
"You are my brother: not they. I am not of these people, Raoul!"
But then he would go in, under the black arch and the black shade of
the false-pepper trees. In the darkness he felt the trees, centuries
old, and all the blank houses watching him....
To-night, stealing across the sleeping roofs, he felt the star-lit
mosque towers watching him in secret, the pale, silent espionage of
them who could wait. The hush of the desert troubled him. Youth
troubled him. His lips were dry.
He had come to an arbour covered with a vine. Whose it was, on what
house-holder's roof it was reared, he had never known. He entered.
"She is not here." He moistened his lips with his tongue.
He sat down on the stone divan to wait, watching toward the west
through the doorway across which hung a loop of vine, like a snake.
He saw her a long way off, approaching by swift darts and intervals
of immobility, when her whiteness grew a part of the whiteness of the
terrace. It was so he had seen her moving on that first night when,
half tipsy with wine and strangeness, he had pursued, caught her, and
uncovered her face.
To-night she uncovered it herself. She put back the hooded fold of
her haik, showing him her face, her scarlet mouth, her wide
eyes, long at the outer corners, her hair aflame with henna.
The hush of a thousand empty miles lay over the city. For an hour
nothing lived but the universe, the bright dust in the sky....
That hush was disrupted. The single long crash of a human throat!
Rolling down over the plain of the housetops!
"La illah il Allah, Mohammed rassoul'lah! Allah Akbar! God is
One by one the dim towers took it up. The call to prayer rolled
between the stars and the town. It searched the white runways. It
penetrated the vine-bowered arbour. Little by little, tower by tower,
it died. In a fondouk outside the gate a waking camel lifted a
gargling wail. A jackal dog barked in the Oued Zaroud two miles away.
And again the silence of the desert came up over the city walls.
Under the vine Habib whispered: "No, I don't care anything about thy
name. A name is such a little thing. I'll call thee 'Nedjma,' because
we are under the stars."
"Ai, Nedjmetek—'Thy Star'!" The girl's lips moved drowsily.
In the dark her eyes shone with a dull, steady lustre, unblinking,
unquestioning, always unquestioning.
That slumberous acquiescence, taken from all her Arab mothers, began
to touch his nerves with the old uneasiness. He took her shoulders
between his hands and shook her roughly, crying in a whisper:
"Why dost thou do nothing but repeat my words? Talk! Say things to
me! Thou art like the rest; thou wouldst try to make me seem like these
Arab men, who wish for nothing in a woman but the shadow of themselves.
And I am not like that!"
"No, sidi, no."
"But talk! Tell me things about thyself, thy life, thy world. Talk!
In Paris, now, a man and a woman can talk together—yes—as if they
were two friends met in a coffeehouse. And those women can talk! Ah! in
Paris I have known women—"
The girl stirred now. Her eyes narrowed; the dark line of her lips
thinned. At last something comprehensible had touched her mind.
"Thou hast known many women, then, sidi! Thou hast come here
but to tell me that? Me, who am of little beauty in a man's eyes!"
Habib laughed under his breath. He shook her again. He kissed her
and kissed her again on her red lips.
"Thou art jealous, then! But thou canst not comprehend. Canst thou
comprehend this, that thou art more beautiful by many times than any
other woman I have ever seen? Thou art a heaven of loveliness, and I
cannot live without thee. That is true ... Nedjma. I am going to take
thee for my wife, because I cannot live without thine eyes, thy lips,
the fragrance of thy hair.... Yes, I am going to marry thee, my star.
It is written! It is written!"
For the first time he could not see her eyes. She had turned them
away. Once again something had come in contact with the smooth, heavy
substance of her mind. He pulled at her.
"Say! Say, Nedjma!... It is written!"
"It is not written, sidi." The same ungroping acquiescence
was in her whisper. "I have been promised, sidi, to another than
Habib's arms let go; her weight sank away in the dark under the
vine. The silence of the dead night crept in and lay between them.
"And in the night of thy marriage, then, thy husband—or thy father,
if thou hast a father—will kill thee."
"In-cha-'llah. If it be the will of God."
Again the silence came and lay heavy between them. A minute and
another minute went away. Habib's wrists were shaking. His breast began
to heave. With a sudden roughness he took her back, to devour her lips
and eyes and hair with the violence of his kisses.
"No, no! I'll not have it! No! Thou art too beautiful for any other
man than I even to look upon! No, no, no!"
* * * * *
Habib ben Habib walked out of the gate Djelladin. The day had come;
the dawn made a crimson flame in the false-pepper trees. The life of
the gate was already at full tide of sound and colour, braying,
gargling, quarrelling—nomads wading in their flocks, Djlass
countrymen, Singalese soldiers, Jewish pack-peddlers, Bedouin women
bent double under their stacks of desert fire-grass streaming inward,
dust white, dust yellow, and all red in the dawn under the red wall.
The flood ran against him. It tried to suck him back into the maw of
the city. He fought against it with his shoulders and his knees. He
tried now to run. It sucked him back. A wandering Aissaoua
plucked at his sleeve and held under his nose a desert viper that gave
off metallic rose glints in its slow, pained constrictions.
"To the glory of Sidna Aissa, master, two sous."
He kept tugging at Habib's sleeve, holding him back, sucking him
back with his twisting reptile into the city of the faithful.
"In the name of Jesus, master, two copper sous!"
Habib's nerves snapped. He struck off the holy mendicant with his
fist. "That the devil grill thee!" he chattered. He ran. He bumped into
beasts. He bumped into a blue tunic. He halted, blinked, and passed a
hand over his hot-lidded eyes. He stammered:
"My friend! I have been looking for you! Hamdou lillah! El
Raoul Genet, studying the flushed, bright-eyed, unsteady youth, put
up a hand to cover a little smile, half ironic, half pitying.
"So, Habib ben Habib, you revert! Camel-driver's talk in your mouth
and camel's-hide slippers on your feet. Already you revert! Eh?"
"No, that is not the truth. But I am in need of a friend."
"You look like a ghost, Habib." The faint smile still twisted
Raoul's lips. "Or a drunken angel. You have not slept."
"That's of no importance. I tell you I am in need—"
"You've not had coffee, Habib. When you've had coffee—"
"Coffee! My God! Raoul, that you go on talking of coffee when life
and death are in the balance! For I can't live without—Listen, now!
Strictly! I have need to-night—to-morrow night—one night when it is
dark—I have need of the garrison car."
The other made a blowing sound. "I'm the commandant, am I,
overnight? Zut! The garrison car!" Habib took hold of his arm
and held it tight. "If not the car, two horses, then. And I call you my
"Two horses! Ah! So! I begin to perceive. Youth! Youth!"
"Don't jibe, Raoul! I have need of two horses—two horses that are
fast and strong."
"Are the horses in thy father's stable, then, of no swiftness and of
no strength?"
It was said in the patois, the bastard Arabic of the Tunisian
bled. A shadow had fallen across them; the voice came from above.
From the height of his crimson saddle Si Habib bel-Kalfate awaited the
answer of his son. His brown, unlined, black-bearded face, shadowed in
the hood of his creamy burnoose, remained serene, benign, urbanely
attendant. But if an Arab knows when to wait, he knows also when not to
wait. And now it was as if nothing had been said before.
"Greeting, my son. I have been seeking thee. Thy couch was not slept
upon last night."
Habib's face was sullen to stupidity. "Last night, sire, I slept at
the caserne, at the invitation of my friend, Lieutenant Genet,
whom you see beside me."
The Arab, turning in his saddle, appeared to notice the Christian
for the first time. His lids drooped; his head inclined an inch.
"Greeting to thee, oh, master!"
"To thee, greeting!"
"Thou art in well-being?"
"There is no ill. And thou?"
"There is no ill. That the praise be to God, and the prayer!"
Bel-Kalfate cleared his throat and lifted the reins from the neck of
his mare.
"Rest in well-being!" he pronounced.
Raoul shrugged his shoulders a little and murmured: "May God
multiply thy days!... And yours, too," he added to Habib in French. He
bowed and took his leave.
Bel-Kalfate watched him away through the thinning crowd, sitting his
saddle stolidly, in an attitude of rumination. When the blue cap had
vanished behind the blazing corner of the wool dyers, he threw the
reins to his Sudanese stirrup boy and got down to the ground. He took
his son's hand. So, palm in palm, at a grave pace, they walked back
under the arch into the city. The market-going stream was nearly done.
The tide, against which at its flood Habib had fought and won ground,
carried him down again with its last shallow wash—so easily!
His nerves had gone slack. He walked in a heavy white dream. The
city drew him deeper into its murmurous heart. The walls pressed closer
and hid him away. The souks swallowed him under their shadowy
arcades. The breath of the bazaar, fetor of offal, stench of raw
leather, and all the creeping perfumes of Barbary, attar of roses,
chypre and amber and musk, clogged his senses like the drug of some
abominable seduction. He was weary, weary, weary. And in a strange,
troubling way he was at rest.
"Mektoub! It is written! It is written in the book of the
destiny of man!"
With a kind of hypnotic fascination, out of the corners of his eyes,
he took stock of the face beside him, the face of the strange being
that was his father—the broad, moist, unmarked brow; the large eyes,
heavy-lidded, serene; the full-fleshed cheeks from which the beard
sprang soft and rank, and against which a hyacinth, pendent over the
ear, showed with a startling purity of pallor; and the mobile,
deep-coloured, humid lips—the lips of the voluptuary, the eyes of the
dreamer, the brow of the man of never-troubled faith.
"Am I like that?" And then, "What can that one be to me?"
As if in answer, bel-Kalfate's gaze came to his son.
"I love thee," he said, and he kissed Habib's temple with his lips.
"Thou art my son," he went on, "and my eyes were thirsty to drink of
the sight of thee. It is el jammaa." [Friday, the Mohammedan
Sabbath.] "It is time we should go to the prayer. We shall go with
Hadji Daoud to-day, for afterward, there at the mosque, I have
rendezvous with his friends, in the matter of the dowry. It is the day,
thou rememberest, that he appointed."
Habib wanted to stop. He wanted to think. He wanted time. But the
serene, warm pressure of his father's hand carried him on.
Stammering words fell from his mouth.
"My mother—I remember—my mother, it is true, said something—but I
did not altogether comprehend—and—Oh! my sire ——"
"Thou shalt be content. Thou art a man now. The days of thy learning
are accomplished. Thou hast suffered exile; now is thy reward prepared.
And the daughter of the notary, thy betrothed, is as lovely as a palm
tree in the morning and as mild as sweet milk, beauteous as a pearl,
Habib, a milk-white pearl. See!"
Drawing from his burnoose a sack of Moroccan lambskin, he opened it
and lifted out a pearl. His fingers, even at rest, seemed to caress it.
They slid back among the treasure in the sack, the bargaining price for
the first wife of the only son of a man blessed by God. And now they
brought forth also a red stone, cut in the fashion of Tunis.
"A milk-white sea pearl, look thou; to wed in a jewel with the
blood-red ruby that is the son of my breast. Ah, Habib, my Habib, but
thou shalt be content!"
They stood in the sunlight before the green door of a mosque. As the
hand of the city had reached out for Habib through the city gate, so
now the prayer, throbbing like a tide across the pillared mystery of
the court, reached out through the doorway in the blaze.... And he
heard his own voice, strange in his mouth, shallow as a bleat:
"Why, then, sire—why, oh! why, then, hast thou allowed me to make
of those others the friends of my spirit, the companions of my mind?"
"They are neither companions nor friends of thine, for God is God!"
"And why hast thou sent me to learn the teaching of the French?"
"When thou settest thy horse against an enemy it is well to have two
lances to thy hand—thine own and his. And it is written, Habib, son of
Habib, that thou shalt be content.... Put off thy shoes now and come.
It is time we were at prayer."
Summer died. Autumn grew. With the approach of winter an obscure
nervousness spread over the land. In the dust of its eight months'
drought, from one day to another, from one glass-dry night to another,
the desert waited for the coming of the rains. The earth cracked. A
cloud sailing lone and high from the coast of Sousse passed under the
moon and everywhere men stirred in their sleep, woke, looked out—from
their tents on the cactus steppes, from fondouks on the camel
tracks of the west, from marble courts of Kairwan.... The cloud passed
on and vanished in the sky. On the plain the earth cracks crept and
ramified. Gaunt beasts tugged at their heel ropes and would not be
still. The jackals came closer to the tents. The city slept again, but
in its sleep it seemed to mutter and twitch....
In the serpent-spotted light under the vine on the housetop Habib
muttered, too, and twitched a little. It was as if the arid months had
got in under his skin and peeled off the coverings of his nerves. The
girl's eyes widened with a gradual, phlegmatic wonder of pain under the
pinch of his blue fingers on her arms. His face was the colour of the
"Am I a child of three years, that my father should lead me here or
lead me there by the hand? Am I that?"
"Nay, sidi, nay."
"Am I a sheep between two wells, that the herder's stick should tell
me, 'Here, and not there, thou shalt drink'? Am I a sheep?"
"Thou art neither child nor sheep, sidi, but a lion!"
"Yes, a lion!" A sudden thin exaltation shook him like a fever
chill. "I am more than a lion, Nedjma, I am a man—just as the Roumi
" [Romans—i.e., Christians.] "are men—men who decide—men who
undertake—agitate—accomplish ... and now, for the last time, I have
decided. A fate has given thy loveliness to me, and no man shall take
it away from me to enjoy. I will take it away from them instead! From
all the men of this Africa, conquered by the French. Hark! I will come
and take thee away in the night, to the land beyond the sea, where thou
mayest be always near me, and neither God nor man say yes or no!"
"And there, sidi, beyond the sea, I may talk unveiled with
other men? As thou hast told me, in France ——"
"Yes, yes, as I have told thee, there thou mayest—thou ——"
He broke off, lost in thought, staring down at the dim oval of her
face. Again he twitched a little. Again his fingers tightened on her
arms. He twisted her around with a kind of violence of confrontation.
"But wouldst thou rather talk with other men than with me? Dost thou
no longer love me, then?"
"Ai, master, I love thee. I wish to see no other man than
"Ah, my star, I know!" He drew her close and covered her face with
his kisses.
And in her ear he whispered: "And when I come for thee in the night,
thou wilt go with me? Say!"
"I will go, sidi. In-cha-'llah! If God will!"
At that he shook her again, even more roughly than before.
"Don't say that! Not, 'If God will!' Say to me, 'If thou
"Ai—Ai ——"
There was a silence.
"But let it be quickly," he heard her whispering, after a while.
Under his hand he felt a slow shiver moving over her arms. "Nekaf!" she breathed, so low that he could hardly hear. "I am afraid."
It was another night when the air was electric and men stirred in
their sleep. Lieutenant Genet turned over in bed and stared at the
moonlight streaming in through the window from the court of the
caserne. In the moonlight stood Habib.
"What do you want?" Genet demanded, gruff with sleep.
"I came to you because you are my friend."
The other rubbed his eyes and peered through the window to mark the
Sudanese sentry standing awake beside his box at the gate.
"How did you get in?"
"I got in as I shall get out, not only from here, but from Kairwan,
from Africa—because I am a man of decision."
"You are also, Habib, a skeleton. The moon shows through you. What
have you been doing these weeks, these months, that you should be so
shivery and so thin? Is it Old Africa gnawing at your bones? Or are
you, perhaps, in love?"
"I am in love. Yes.... Ai, ai, Raoul habiby, if but
thou couldst see her—the lotus bloom opening at dawn—the palm tree in
a land of streams ——"
"Talk French!" Genet got his legs over the side of the bed and sat
up. He passed a hand through his hair. "You are in love, then ... and
again I tell, you, for perhaps the twentieth time, Habib, that between
a man and a woman in Islam there is no such thing as love."
"But I am not in Islam. I am not in anything! And if you could but
see her ——"
"What do you mean by 'lust'?"
"Lust is the thing you find where you don't find trust. Lust is a
priceless perfume that a man has in a crystal vial, and he is the miser
of its fragrance. He closes the windows when he takes the stopper out
of that bottle to drink its breath, and he puts the stopper back
quickly again, so that it will not evaporate—not too soon."
"But that, Raoul, is love! All men know that for love. The priceless
perfume in a crystal beyond price."
"Yes, love, too, is the perfume in the vial. But the man who has
that vial opens the windows and throws the stopper away, and all the
air is sweet forever. The perfume evaporates, forever. And this, Habib,
is the miracle. The vial is never any emptier than when it began."
"Yes, yes—I know—perhaps—but to-night I have no time ——"
The moon did shine through him. He was but a rag blown in the
dark wind. He had been torn to pieces too long.
"I have no time!" he repeated, with a feverish force. "Listen,
Raoul, my dear friend. To-day the price was paid in the presence of the
cadi, Ben Iskhar. Three days from now they lead me to marriage with
the daughter of the notary. What, to me, is the daughter of the notary?
They lead me like a sheep to kill at a tomb.... Raoul, for the sake of
our friendship, give me hold of your hand. To-morrow night—the car!
Or, if you say you haven't the disposal of the car, bring me horses."
And again the shaking of his nerves got the better of him; again he
tumbled back into the country tongue. "For the sake of God, bring me
two horses! By Sidna Aissa! by the Three Hairs from the Head of the
Prophet I swear it! My first-born shall be named for thee, Raoul. Only
bring thou horses! Raoul! Raoul!"
It was the whine of the beggar of Barbary. Genet lay back, his hands
behind his head, staring into shadows under the ceiling.
"Better the car. I'll manage it with some lies. To-morrow night at
moonset I'll have the car outside the gate Djedid." After a moment he
added, under his breath, "But I know your kind too well, Habib ben
Habib, and I know that you will not be there."
Habib was not there. From moonset till half-past three, well over
two hours, Genet waited, sitting on the stone in the shadow of the
gate, prowling the little square inside. He smoked twenty cigarettes.
He yawned three times twenty times. At last he went out got into the
car and drove away.
As the throb of the engine grew faint a figure in European clothes
and a long-tasselled chechia crept out from the dark of a door
arch along the street. It advanced toward the gate. It started back at
a sound. It rallied again, a figure bedeviled by vacillation. It came
as far as the well in the centre of the little square.
On the horizon toward the coast of Sousse rested a low black wall of
cloud. Lightning came out of it from time to time and ran up the sky,
soundless, glimmering.... The cry of the morning muezzin rolled down
over the town. The lightning showed the figure sprawled face down on
the cool stone of the coping of the well....
The court of the house of bel-Kalfate swam in the glow of candles. A
striped awning shut out the night sky, heavy with clouds, and the
women, crowding for stolen peeps on the flat roof. A confusion of
voices, raillery, laughter, eddied around the arcaded walls, and thin
music bound it together with a monotonous count of notes.
Through the doorway from the marble entresol where he stood
Habib could see his father, cross-legged on a dais, with the notary.
They sat hand in hand like big children, conversing gravely. With them
was the caid of Kairwan, the cadi, ben Iskhar, and a
dark-skinned cousin from the oases of the Djerid in the south. Their
garments shone; there was perfume in their beards. On a rostrum beyond
and above the crowded heads the musicians swayed at their work—
tabouka players with strong, nervous thumbs; an oily, gross lutist;
an organist, watching everything with the lizard eyes of the hashish
taker. Among them, behind a taborette piled with bait of food and
drink, the Jewish dancing woman from Algiers lolled in her cushions, a
drift of white disdain....
He saw it all through a kind of mist. It was as if time had halted,
and he was still at the steaming hammam of the afternoon, his
spirit and his flesh undone, and all about him in the perfumed vapour
of the bath the white bodies of his boyhood comrades glimmering
luminous and opalescent.
His flesh was still asleep, and so was his soul. The hand of his
father city had come closer about him, and for a moment it seemed that
he was too weary, or too lazy, to push it away. For a little while he
drifted with the warm and perfumed cloud of the hours.
Hands turned him around. It was Houseen Abdelkader, the caid's
son, the comrade of long ago—Houseen in silk of wine and silver,
hyacinths pendent on his cheeks, a light of festival in his eyes.
"Es-selam alekoum, ya Habib habiby!" It was the salutation in
the plural—to Habib, and to the angels that walk, one at either
shoulder of every son of God. And as he spoke he threw a new white
burnoose over Habib's head, so that it hung down straight and covered
him like a bridal veil.
"Alekoum selam, ya Seenou!" It was the name of boyhood,
Seenou, the diminutive, that fell from Habib's lips. And he could not
call it back.
"Come thou now." He felt the gentle push of Houseen's hands. He
found himself moving toward the door that stood open into the street.
The light of an outer conflagration was in his eyes. The thin music of
lute and tabouka in the court behind him grew thinner; the boom of
drums and voices in the street grew big. He had crossed the threshold.
A hundred candles, carried in horizontal banks on laths by little boys,
came around him on three sides, like footlights. And beyond the glare,
in the flaming mist, he saw the street Dar-el-Bey massed with men. All
their faces were toward him, hot yellow spots in which the black spots
of their mouths gaped and vanished.
"That the marriage of Habib be blessed! Blessed be the marriage of
The riot of sound began to take form. It began to emerge in a
measure, a boom-boom-boom of tambours and big goatskin drums. A
bamboo fife struck into a high, quavering note. The singing club of
Sidibou-Sa d joined voice.
The footlights were moving forward toward the street of the market.
Habib moved with them a few slow paces without effort or will. Again
they had all stopped. It could not be more than two hundred yards to
the house of the notary and his waiting bride, but by the ancient
tradition of Kairwan an hour must be consumed on the way.
An hour! An eternity! Panic came over Habib. He turned his hooded
eyes for some path of escape. To the right, Houseen! To the left, close
at his shoulder, Mohammed Sherif—Mohammed the laughing and the
well-beloved—Mohammed, with whom in the long, white days he used to
chase lizards by the pool of the Aglabides ... in the long, white,
happy days, while beyond the veil of palms the swaying camel palanquins
of women, like huge bright blooms, went northward up the Tunis road....
What made him think of that?
"Boom-boom-boom-boom!" And around the drums beyond the
candles he heard them singing:
On the day of the going away of my Love,
When the litters, carrying the women of the tribe,
Traversed the valley of Dad, like a sea, mirage,
They were like ships, great ships, the work of the children of
Or like the boats of Yamen's sons....
"Boom-boom!" The monotonous pulse, the slow minor slide of
sixteenth tones, the stark rests—he felt the hypnotic pulse of the old
music tampering with the pulse of his blood. It gave him a queer
creeping fright. He shut his eyes, as if that would keep it out. And in
the glow of his lids he saw the tents on the naked desert; he saw the
forms of veiled women; he saw the horses of warriors coming like a
breaker over the sand—the horses of the warriors of God!
He pulled the burnoose over his lids to make them dark. And even in
the dark he could see. He saw two eyes gazing at his, untroubled,
untroubling, out of the desert night. And they were the eyes of any
woman—the eyes of his bride, of his sister, his mother, the eyes of
his mothers a thousand years dead.
"Master!" they said.
They were pushing him forward by the elbows, Mohammed and Houseen.
He opened his eyes. The crowd swam before him through the yellow glow.
Something had made an odd breach in his soul, and through the breach
came memories.
Memories! There at his left was the smoky shelf of blind Moulay's
cafe—black-faced, white-eyed old Moulay. Moulay was dead now many
years, but the men still sat in the same attitudes, holding the same
cups, smoking the same chibouk with the same gulping of bubbles
as in the happy days. And there between the cafe and the souk
gate was the same whitewashed niche where three lads used to sit with
their feet tucked under their little kashabias, their
chechias awry on their shaven polls, and their lips pursed to spit
after the leather legs of the infidel conquerors passing by. The
Roumi, the French blasphemers, the defilers of the mosque! Spit on
the dogs! Spit!
Behind his reverie the drums boomed, the voices chanted. The lament
of drums and voices beat at the back of his brain—while he remembered
the three lads sitting in the niche, waiting from one white day to
another for the coming of Moulay Saa, the Messiah; watching for the
Holy War to begin.
"And I shall ride in the front rank of the horsemen, please God!"
"And I, I shall ride at Moulay Saa's right hand, please God, and I
shall cut the necks of Roumi with my sword, like barley straw!"
Habib advanced in the spotlight of the candles. Under the burnoose
his face, half shadowed, looked green and white, as if he were sick to
his death. Or, perhaps, as if he were being born again.
The minutes passed, and they were hours. The music went on,
"Boom-boom-boom-boom ——" But now Habib himself was the
instrument, and now the old song of his race played its will on him.
Pinkness began to creep over the green-white cheeks. The cadence of
the chanting had changed. It grew ardent, melting, voluptuous.
... And conquests I have made among the fair ones, perfume
inundated, Beauties ravishing; that sway in an air of musk and saffron,
Bearing still on their white necks the traces of kisses....
It hung under the pepper trees, drunk with the beauty of flesh,
fainting with passion. Above the trees mute lightning played in the
cloud. Habib ben Habib was born again. Again, after exile, he came back
into the heritage. He saw the heaven of the men of his race. He saw
Paradise in a walking dream. He saw women forever young and forever
lovely in a land of streams, women forever changing, forever virgin,
forever new; strangers intimate and tender. The angels of a creed of
love—or of lust!
"Lust is the thing you find where you don't find trust."
A thin echo of the Frenchman's diatribe flickered through his
memory, and he smiled. He smiled because his eyes were open now. He
seemed to see this Christian fellow sitting on his bed, bare-footed,
rumple-haired, talking dogmatically of perfumes and vials and stoppers
thrown away, talking of faith in women. And that was the jest. For he
seemed to see the women, over there in Paris, that the brothers of that
naive fellow trusted—trusted alone with a handsome young university
student from Tunisia. Ha-ha-ha! Now he remembered. He wanted to laugh
out loud at a race of men that could be as simple as that. He wanted to
laugh at the bursting of the iridescent bubble of faith in the virtue
of beautiful women. The Arab knew!
A colour of health was on his face; his step had grown confident. Of
a sudden, and very quietly, all the mixed past was blotted out. He
heard only the chanting voices and the beating drums.
Once I came into the tent of a young beauty on a day of rain....
Beauty blinding.... Charms that ravished and made drunkards of the
His blood ran with the song, pulse and pulse. The mute lightning
came down through the trees and bathed his soul. And, shivering a
little, he let his thoughts go for the first time to the strange and
virgin creature that awaited his coming there, somewhere, behind some
blind house wall, so near.
"Thou hast suffered exile. Now is thy reward prepared."
What a fool! What a fool he had been!
He wanted to run now. The lassitude of months was gone from his
limbs. He wanted to fling aside that clogging crowd, run, leap, arrive.
How long was this hour? Where was he? He tried to see the housetops to
know, but the glow was in his eyes. He felt the hands of his comrades
on his arms.
But now there was another sound in the air. His ears, strained to
the alert, caught it above the drums and voices—a thin, high
ululation. It came from behind high walls and hung among the leaves of
the trees, a phantom yodeling, the welcoming "you-you-you-you"
of the women of Islam.
Before him he saw that the crowd had vanished. Even the candles went
away. There was a door, and the door was open.
He entered, and no one followed. He penetrated alone into an empty
house of silence, and all around him the emptiness moved and the
silence rustled.
He traversed a court and came into a chamber where there was a
light. He saw a negress, a Sudanese duenna, crouching in a corner and
staring at him with white eyes. He turned toward the other side of the
She sat on a high divan, like a throne, her hands palms together,
her legs crossed. In the completeness of her immobility she might have
been a doll or a corpse. After the strict fashion of brides, her
eyebrows were painted in thick black arches, her lips drawn in scarlet,
her cheeks splashed with rose. Her face was a mask, and jewels in a
crust hid the flame of her hair. Under the stiff kohl of their lids her
eyes turned neither to the left nor to the right. She seemed not to
breathe. It is a dishonour for a maid to look or to breathe in the
moment when her naked face suffers for the first time the gaze of the
lord whom she has never seen.
A minute passed away.
"This is the thing that is mine!" A blinding exultation ran through
his brain and flesh. "Better this than the 'trust' of fools and
infidels! No question here of 'faith.' Here I know! I know that
this thing that is mine has not been bandied about by the eyes of all
the men in the world. I know that this perfume has never been breathed
by the passers in the street. I know that it has been treasured from
the beginning in a secret place—against this moment—for me. This bud
has come to its opening in a hidden garden; no man has ever looked upon
it; no man will ever look upon it. None but I."
He roused himself. He moved nearer, consumed with the craving and
exquisite curiosity of the new. He stood before the dais and gazed into
the unwavering eyes. As he gazed, as his sight forgot the grotesque
doll painting of the face around those eyes, something queer began to
come over him. A confusion. Something bothering. A kind of fright.
"Thou!" he breathed.
Her icy stillness endured. Not once did her dilated pupils waver
from the straight line. Not once did her bosom lift with breath.
"Thou! It is thou, then, O runner on the housetops by
The fright of his soul grew deeper, and suddenly it went out. And in
its place there came a black calm. The eyes before him remained
transfixed in the space beyond his shoulder. But by and by the painted
lips stirred once.
"Nekaf!... I am afraid!"
Habib turned away and went out of the house.
In the house of bel-Kalfate the Jewess danced, still, even in
voluptuous motion, a white drift of disdain. The music eddied under the
rayed awning. Raillery and laughter were magnified. More than a little
bokha, the forbidden liquor distilled of figs, had been consumed in
secret. Eyes gleamed; lips hung.... Alone in the thronged court on the
dais, the host and the notary, the caid, the cadi, and
the cousin from the south continued to converse in measured tones,
holding their coffee cups in their palms.
"It comes to me, on thought," pronounced bel-Kalfate, inclining his
head toward the notary with an air of courtly deprecation—"it comes to
me that thou hast been defrauded. For what is a trifle of ten thousand
douros of silver as against the rarest jewel (I am certain, sidi
) that has ever crowned the sex which thou mayest perhaps forgive me for
And in the same tone, with the same gesture, Hadji Daoud replied:
"Nay, master and friend, by the Beard of the Prophet, but I should
repay thee the half. For that is a treasure for a sultan's daughter,
and this fillette of mine (forgive me) is of no great beauty or
worth ——"
"In saying that, Sidi Hadji, thou sayest a thing which is at odds
with half the truth."
They were startled at the voice of Habib coming from behind their
"For thy daughter, Sidi Hadji, thy Zina, is surely as lovely as the
full moon sinking in the west in the hour before the dawn."
The words were fair. But bel-Kalfate was looking at his son's face.
"Where are thy comrades?" he asked, in a low voice. "How hast thou
come?" Then, with a hint of haste: "The dance is admirable. It would be
well that we should remain quiet, Habib, my son."
But the notary continued to face the young man. He set his cup down
and clasped his hands about his knee. The knuckles were a little white.
"May I beg thee, Habib ben Habib, that thou shouldst speak the thing
which is in thy mind?"
"There is only this, sidi, a little thing: When thou hast
another bird to vend in the market of hearts, it would perhaps be well
to examine with care the cage in which thou hast kept that bird.
"Thy daughter," he added, after a moment of silence—"thy daughter,
Sidi Hadji, is with child."
That was all that was said. Hadji Daoud lifted his cup and drained
it, sucking politely at the dregs. The cadi coughed. The cadi
raised his eyes to the awning and appeared to listen. Then he observed,
"To-night, in-cha-'llah, it will rain." The notary pulled his
burnoose over his shoulders, groped down with his toes for his
slippers, and got to his feet.
"Rest in well-being!" he said. Then, without haste, he went out.
Habib followed him tardily as far as the outer door. In the darkness
of the empty street he saw the loom of the man's figure moving off
toward his own house, still without any haste.
"And in the night of thy marriage thy husband, or thy father, if
thou hast a father ——"
Habib did not finish with the memory. He turned and walked a few
steps along the street. He could still hear the music and the clank of
the Jewess's silver in his father's court....
"In-cha-'llah!" she had said, that night.
And after all, it had been the will of God....
A miracle had happened. All the dry pain had gone out of the air.
Just now the months of waiting for the winter rains were done. All
about him the big, cool drops were spattering on the invisible stones.
The rain bathed his face. His soul was washed with the waters of the
merciful God of Arab men.
For, after all, from the beginning, it had been written. All


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of or belonging to the past; not modern
dating from a period long ago:antique furniture
noting or pertaining to automobiles approximately years old or more
in the tradition, fashion, or style of an earlier period; old-fashioned; antiquated
of or belonging to the ancient Greeks and Romans
(of paper) neither calendered nor coated and having a rough surface
As noun
any work of art, piece of furniture, decorative object, or the like, created or produced in a former period, or, according to U
customs laws, years before date of purchase
the antique style, usually Greek or Roman, especially in art
a style of type
As verb (used with object), antiqued, antiquing
to make or finish (something, especially furniture) in imitation of antiques
to emboss (an image, design, letters, or the like) on paper or fabric
As verb (used without object), antiqued, antiquing
to shop for or collect antiques:She spent her vacation antiquing in Boston
As noun
any of various metal alloys consisting mainly of copper and zinc
a utensil, ornament, or other article made of such an alloy
brass instrument
brass instruments collectively in a band or orchestra
metallic yellow; lemon, amber, or reddish yellow
high-ranking military officers
any very important officials
excessive self-assurance; impudence; effrontery
a replaceable semicylindrical shell, usually of bronze, used with another such to line a bearing; a half bushing
a memorial tablet or plaque, often incised with an effigy, coat of arms, or the like
any piece of ornamental or functional hardware, as a drawer pull, made of brass
British Slang
As adjective
of, made of, or pertaining to brass
composed for or using musical instruments made of brass
having the color brass
As noun
a movable, usually solid, barrier for opening and closing an entranceway, cupboard, cabinet, or the like, commonly turning on hinges or sliding in grooves
a doorway:to go through the door
the building, house, etc
, to which a door belongs:My friend lives two doors down the street
any means of approach, admittance, or access:the doors to learning
any gateway marking an entrance or exit from one place or state to another:at heaven's door
As Idioms
lay at someone's door, to hold someone accountable for; blame; impute
leave the door open, to allow the possibility of accommodation or change; be open to reconsideration:The boss rejected our idea but left the door open for discussing it again next year
lie at someone's door, to be the responsibility of; be imputable to:One's mistakes often lie at one's own door
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As verb (used with object), stopped or (Archaic) stopt; stopping
to cease from, leave off, or discontinue:to stop running
to cause to cease; put an end to:to stop noise in the street
to interrupt, arrest, or check (a course, proceeding, process, etc
):Stop your work just a minute
to cut off, intercept, or withhold:to stop supplies
to restrain, hinder, or prevent (usually followed by from):I couldn't stop him from going
to prevent from proceeding, acting, operating, continuing, etc
:to stop a speaker; to stop a car
to block, obstruct, or close (a passageway, channel, opening, duct, etc
) (usually followed by up):He stopped up the sink with a paper towel
He stopped the hole in the tire with a patch
to fill the hole or holes in (a wall, a decayed tooth, etc
to close (a container, tube, etc
) with a cork, plug, bung, or the like
to close the external orifice of (the ears, nose, mouth, etc
to check (a stroke, blow, etc
); parry; ward off
to defeat (an opposing player or team): The Browns stopped the Colts
to defeat by a knockout or technical knockout: Louis stopped Conn in the th round
to notify a bank to refuse payment of (a check) upon presentation
to have an honor card and a sufficient number of protecting cards to keep an opponent from continuing to win in (a suit)
to close (a fingerhole) in order to produce a particular note from a wind instrument
to press down (a string of a violin, viola, etc
) in order to alter the pitch of the tone produced from it
to produce (a particular note) by so doing
As verb (used without object), stopped or (Archaic) stopt; stopping
to come to a stand, as in a course or journey; halt
to cease moving, proceeding, speaking, acting, operating, etc
; to pause; desist
to cease; come to an end
to halt for a brief visit (often followed by at, in, or by):He is stopping at the best hotel in town
stop by, to make a brief visit on one's way elsewhere:I'll stop by on my way home
As noun
the act of stopping
a cessation or arrest of movement, action, operation, etc
; end:The noise came to a stop
Put a stop to that behavior!
a stay or sojourn made at a place, as in the course of a journey:Above all, he enjoyed his stop in Trieste
a place where trains or other vehicles halt to take on and discharge passengers:Is this a bus stop?
a closing or filling up, as of a hole
a blocking or obstructing, as of a passage or channel
a plug or other stopper for an opening
an obstacle, impediment, or hindrance
any piece or device that serves to check or control movement or action in a mechanism
a feature terminating a molding or chamfer
an order to refuse payment of a check
stop order
the act of closing a fingerhole or pressing a string of an instrument in order to produce a particular note
a device or contrivance, as on an instrument, for accomplishing this
(in an organ) a graduated set of pipes of the same kind and giving tones of the same quality
Also called stop knob
a knob or handle that is drawn out or pushed back to permit or prevent the sounding of such a set of pipes or to control some other part of the organ
(in a reed organ) a group of reeds functioning like a pipe-organ stop
an individual defensive play or act that prevents an opponent or opposing team from scoring, advancing, or gaining an advantage, as a catch in baseball, a tackle in football, or the deflection of a shot in hockey
a piece of small line used to lash or fasten something, as a furled sail
an articulation that interrupts the flow of air from the lungs
a consonant sound characterized by stop articulation, as p, b, t, d, k, and gCompare continuant
the diaphragm opening of a lens, especially as indicated by an f- number
Building Trades
stop bead
doorstop (def )
any of various marks used as punctuation at the end of a sentence, especially a period
the word "stop" printed in the body of a telegram or cablegram to indicate a period
stops, (used with a singular verb) a family of card games whose object is to play all of one's cards in a predetermined sequence before one's opponents
a depression in the face of certain animals, especially dogs, marking the division between the forehead and the projecting part of the muzzle
As Verb phrases
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stop in, to make a brief, incidental visit:If you're in town, be sure to stop in
stop off, to halt for a brief stay at some point on the way elsewhere:On the way to Rome we stopped off at Florence
stop out, to mask (certain areas of an etching plate, photographic negative, etc
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to withdraw temporarily from school: Most of the students who stop out eventually return to get their degrees
stop over, to stop briefly in the course of a journey:Many motorists were forced to stop over in that town because of floods
As Idioms
pull out all the stops, to use every means available
to express, do, or carry out something without reservation
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Property Details
- Beds: 3
- New Construction: No
- Property ID: 101286154
- Status: Conditional
- Estimated Annual Taxes: $2,350
- Style: Condominium
- Parking Type Description: None 0 cars
District North
Driveway Reserved/Assigned
Exterior Vinyl Siding, Shingles
Features Area Influences Shopping Nearby, Schools, Public Transit, Playground Nearby, Park, Landscaped
Features Exterior Porch, Fenced Full, Deck(s)
Features Interior Carbon Monoxide Detector
Foundations Poured Concrete
Garage Y/N No
Heat Primary Forced Air-Gas
Other Zoning - R6-5
Property SubType Condo
Property Type Residential
Subdistrict North C
Tax Year 2017
Water Supply Municipal
Bedroom 2nd 12ft. 2in. x 9ft. 2i
Bedroom 2nd 9ft. 3in. x 9ft. 2in
Master Bedroom 2nd 16ft. 7in. x 11ft. 2
Recreation Room Basement 18ft. 4in. x 13ft. 6
Kitchen /Dining Room Main 19ft. 6in. x 11ft. 5
Living Room Main 18ft. 1in. x 12ft. 9
Listed By Sandra Pineda of CENTURY 21 First Canadian Corp., Brokerage*


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T-Rex Chopsticks
Chopsticks are tough to use, and that's why these T-Rex chopsticks are designed to be accessible for all ages. The 7 ½" sticks are connected at the top so they never fall apart. It's like training wheels for chopsticks. The dinosaur also opens its mouth as the sticks get squeezed, so you can feed your reptilian friend, if you please. Fortune cookie not included. Dishwasher safe.


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Don started showing up in all of my pictures waving...and it became a game of sorts.
Also with our BIL, Rico, joining in on the 'serious' fun...
I would like to call this post/segement "Where is Don?"
"On the mall"...
"@ Francis Key Scott Memorial" -- Georgetown
"@ the Iwo Jima Memorial"
"@ the Capitol"
"@ the Supreme Court"
"@ the White House"
"@ the Lincoln Memorial"
"Back @ home!"


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I believe that every woman has had at least 1 cringe-worthy date in their life. It might have been you being overly dressed for a picnic or his awful eating habits and etc. At any rate, they can make you either want to hightail it outta there or crawl into a dark hole and die. Here are some of my most embarrassing dates EVER:
1. Me and my date were supposed to go out for the most typical date in the universe: A movie and dinner after that at the mall. I wasn't fashion conscious then BUT still attempted to dress up as nicely as my limited number of clothes allowed; jeans, tank top, fitted cardigan and sandals. I even put my hair in a bun an hour before to create loose curls.
Spritzing perfume, I waited to be picked up. When my date arrived and came out of the car, he was wearing a faded black tank top with holes in it, brown cargo pants and Japanese slippers. What the fish?! I went through with the date but totally died of embarrassment on the inside.
2. On another occasion I prepped extra pretty for a date because we were going to Midvalley Megamall. I wore a black dress, turquoise wedge heels and made my hair into a stylish bun held by a comb with delicate rosettes. In short, I was looking cute and felt like a million bucks.
My date came, handsome in jeans and button down shirt that showed off his buffed bod. Wow! So off we went on our date, yadda yadda yadda. In the end just before we parted ways, he leaned in and said,"Next time can you please wear a long skirt instead? I don't like seeing you in a dress". Wait, what? What the prawn?
Remember I said 'yadda yadda yadda' about our date? It's because I have lost all memory of what we did due to that rude shock he gave me at the end.
3. Next was a guy from school whom I had really great conversations with. We decided to grab a bite at Nyonya Colors and both of us ordered a soup-based dish. I think it was Laksa or something. Everything was really great until he started slurping his food. It was so bad that I think even those sitting 3 tables away could hear him.
On top of that he stuffed too much food into his mouth and ended up gagging at one point. I quickly finished my food so that we could get out of there as soon as possible and when we did he complained almost the rest of the date on how expensive the food was.
4. Last but not least, there was one time when I went on a triple date. The guys started to drink and by the end of the night my (urgh!) date was hurling the contents of his stomach outside. Then he did a horrendously off-key rendition of "Everything I Do, I Do It For You" by Brian Adams for me. I remember pretending not to notice his dramatic gestures with the hopes that nobody else would know he was yowling to me. Seriously, WHAT THE STINGRAY?
I bet you do.. (Source)
**Let me just say that it was partly my bad for going out with someone who drinks. I just didn't know that he would be that dumb and inconsiderate on a date. Lesson learnt? Be picky. It's all about the Quality, NOT the quantity of admirers.
There you have it my most nightmarish dates to er, date. What's YOUR most embarrassing dates? Do share in the comments section below.