Egyptian Ghawazi dancers conquer hearts.


When I was eight, I read a children’s bible book that I found in my grandmother’s small library. It had all the usual stories: Adam and Eve, Noah’s Ark, David and Goliath and the one that shocked me the most, Lot and his pillar-of salt wife. It seemed god was having daily chats with these folks, telling them what to do, where to go, intervening in their mundane lives. I asked my grandmother why god no longer spoke to us the way he did to random people in the old testament. She was unsure as how to reply, finally she said “Things were different then.” I found that answer unsatisfactory.

Around the same time, I ordered a book from school on the ancient Egyptians. The symbolism, the artifacts in the picture book called to me in a strange nostalgic, familiar way. Also in my grandmother’s library was an adult mystery revolving around Egyptian mythology, on the cover was a blond woman running from a giant Ra, her head turned to view the threat behind her. While my eight year old brain found the plot confusing and abstract, the passages involving Egyptian gods and mythology resonated in a way the bible book didn’t. I was ready to leave the old silent bible god behind. At eight years old, I wanted to worship at the altar of Isis.

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Apesar de que me duelen horrible los pies, es bueno regresar al belly/tribal de nuevo .o. mis pies tendran que acostumbrase otra vez. estoy super oxidada, pero al menos, parece que en tampoco tiempo, aprendo cosas nuevas, y me alegro de recordar algunas cosillas que solo vi 1 vez hace cada tiempo que iba.

me diverti practicando hoy la verdad :)

este video, me recuerda algunas cosillas que aprendi esta semana ^^