Sounds

Today’s sounds:
6:30 AM – Abu Ayman peaks his head into our Bedouin tent and says“Breakfast is ready” in his thick Arabic accent.
7:00 AM – The crackle of the morning fire and the sound of people sipping hot tea from little glasses inside the round tent.
8:30 AM – Silence of the open desert broken by Farris’s revving the ancient Landcruiser engine, trying to get the fuel to flow, to take us back to town.
9:00 AM – Clanging dishes that I’m washing in the obscure kitchen of the house with babies crying in the next room.
11:30 AM – While trying to rest a bit, I hear an infant crying, dozens of children playing in the schoolyard nearby, birds, woman talking in Arabic in another yard.
11:45 AM – An American child may think the icecream truck is coming by the music box music blasting from a speaker on a car. In fact, it’s the gasoline truck, making it’s round to all who may need some.
12:00 PM – Call to prayer from the Mosque. It’s a recording of a man chanting.
12:15 PM – Bailey, Mohammed Hussein, and Jaqua (eldest son) ruin my concentration for writing this blog… see picture of Jaqua walking on his hands!

Other sounds I may hear throughout the day in Rum village:
Camel roars, roosters cockle doodle doing, chickens clucking, little birds tweeting, hammering, water dripping, wind in the lemon and olive trees, thumping of children running in the sand, dogs barking, cats fighting, and the hand held school bell.
Sounds in the desert: my own thoughts.