Whom we knew as faulty, the earth's creatures / Of whom, essentially, what did we know? /
Brother of a brother? Friend of friends? / Lover of lover?
Yevgeny Yevtushenko, People

Mazra might be on an offshoot of the dirt track that leads to Yasab, but it's positively five-star in comparison. The concrete seems smoother, the electricity wires lead somewhere and the water comes piped from the municipality. Alive with the ring of mobile phones and children, Mazra, which translates into gardens, seems to be heady with relative prosperity.

Saleh Jindib Ghufayl al Abri will not take no for an answer, so after five minutes of refusals and instance we follow him into his house and sit down around a massive plate heaped high with steaming rice, over which ladles full of vegetable curry are poured, and mishkak left over from Eid is thrown over.

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