While a portion of the world speaks of oil running out, multiple times it has happened here. Not just this town, or the valley, but nationwide. The duration and factors are plenty and diverse. The response is never quite radical perhaps because I suppose life here is clear that what’s at stake is life. Not that which keeps vehicles alive.
It helps that they produce a good amount of their own food, without much advertising telling them how imported factory manufactured food produced elsewhere, is better for them. Vegetables are truly fresh and the milk comes warm from the farm.
I once casually asked a farmer part-time janitor that I personally know, how are you? He replied with a wide smile, ‘Alhamdulillah upon this pleasure that my religion is Islam.’
When one thinks about the life back home of tall buildings and busy airports, one wonders if the scarcities are heart, knowledge and adab.
Anyhow, did you know that a wild donkey is a zebra. It is. At leas in Arabic. ‘That donkey is wild yo.’ ‘Yea man, zebra.’
In the land of the blind, the One-Eyed Jack is king. In the time of no petrol, that one donkey sings. Here’s a photo of a shop from one of the best papayas I’ve tasted.
*Photo was taken when petrol was in abundance.
