The Train of Eridu

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Romantic Arabian coffee maker loves passenger on a rocky train of the ancient Eridu city

Submitted: March 19, 2017

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Submitted: March 19, 2017



The Train of Eridu

It is only 12 Km between the two pre-historic Mesopotamian cities; Eridu and UrHamad lived in a mud home half way between Ur and the oldest city in the world, Eridu, the southernmost of collection of Sumerian cities flourished around primitive temples. The short distance enabled both cities to be  in sight of one another.

Like the Kurdish villages built by rough rocks on the slopes of the mountains in  north Mesopotamia, the homes of Eridu and Ur were built by mud bricks on top of one another on  the gentle slope of hills the top of which is crowned by an ancient temple so that the homes whereas surrounding the temple, they extend outward in a circular fashion like the tree rings. The expansion of the rings indicated the number of generation lived in the village.

While living in Ur, the train Wadha was using to reach her work as primary school teacher in Eridu  was like rock carriages drawn by a camel  with the crushed stones  holding the rail wooden cross ties in place. Like every morning in the rocky train, she was hoping to revolutionize her prehistoric life when she smelled and heard a hope. It was a smell of cardamom and sound of grinding coffee.

As usual slowing down of the already slow, the train was taking break where Hamad  was sitting in front of his home. Through the window she was alerted by the sound and smell, for the first time, of the villager Hamad roasting the Arabic coffee, or Gahwah Arabiya beans on a tray over a fire, and then crush the beans by rhythmically beating them with a mortar and pestle.  He was also serving the ready unfiltered lot to other men who were smoking tobacco water pipes.

 She could notice that he is transferring the coffee from large jug called Dallah into small pot, called Abreq, then pour the cardamom smelled coffee into his small Fenjans which are tiny cups without handles.

She thought , perhaps, he is serving coffee with dates in its cultural meaning, expressing hospitality and kindness to honor his guests at the side walk.

  All of a sudden, she stepped  out of the rocky carriage and walked direct to him asking:

 "what is your name?"

"Hamad", he said

"Hamad, will you serve Wadha Fenjan Gahwah?". Taken by the surprise, he was on it without a word. She looked at the Fenjan, the too dark coffee was flecked with floating pieces of the green cardamom shell. She smelled it deeply and sip it all.

 She asked him "since when you are here?"

" Since I saw you" he replied.

"What do you mean? When was that?" she asked with light smile

"Since I saw you a month ago through the train's window" Hamad answered.

"How come I didn’t notice you?" Wadha said.

" That is why I started to put more cardamom every day" he said.

" Yes, the smell attracted me" she confirmed.

" Today I added all what I have of the cardamom" He further added.

She was speechless but saved by the whistle of the train ready to move so jumped in saying" thank you, thank you"

He watched her departing until his eyes were broken by the early sun.

In the following morning when the train was approaching at the same place she smelled the cardamom and was ready to see Hamad through the window. However, Hamad wasn’t there, only the smell of coffee and cardamom. The smell was there in the following day and so the day after and after without Dallah, without Abreq, just the dead fire ash. Hamad was never there again nor his muddy home overlooking the rail. He had accomplished his mission of love for Wadha between Eridu and Ur, perhaps he went to his pre-historic hide.

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