Stories of Al Maujid

Women would perform poetry
Like Chanting
Men would sit around a fire
Anything that the man would have there was something on the other side for the woman
Men had different types of stories
Women would describe themselves with simplicity
Stories of
love, loss, grief, separation, celebration, marriages, sending a message through poetry
Everyone was in love in Al Maujid
But it was hidden
It's not really hidden
Everybody knows
But its showing respect for the girls family
Men would talk about
Their love
War
Hunting
Being a gentleman and a carer
Being a provider
And serving the community
The tones were in patterns
Fluctuating between
 laughter
Happiness
Joy
Silences
Grief
Suffering
Everyone would paying attention
And you can hear the fire crackling
In the very dark nights
Especially in winter
When the nights were very cold
Surrounded by water
People smoking
Wearing the kufia black and white patterns and a thick arbaya
Older women would wear dark colours
Younger women would wear light colours
They would be all about love, forgiveness, brotherhood
His grandfather would say
"You will be a good public speaker"
and he would say
"You will be a good poet"
He would say
"Give money to people who need it as you will never lose it, as it is in giving that you receive, it is not lost"
His grandmother would cry
And it was her comfort that he slept underneath
He would sleep next to her
His cousin would put her hair in his nose
It was the smell of her hair
Which put him to sleep
On those cold winter nights
Sometimes she would tell him stories
She would put him to sleep through poetry
Like when men did things to save animals
Encouraging him to give
Not expecting anything in return
Being a good person
Was the message of Al Maujid