A pair of long Ajack
Abdul Aziz Baraka Sakin ...
After six years of life in Khartoum and the ongoing study, Ajak went back to her home town of Abiro, a small village belonging to the local Shweibat Brambek state of Lakes in Southern Sudan. Despite the long break from Abiru, Ajak still remembers everything about the village, And did not forget the language or customs and traditions, and still remember the grandmothers and grandparents and all of them and everyone who was in the village when she left her, was Ajak of the new generation in the village where it was not tattooed in front of the tribe, and kept her parents with her teeth white front radioactive, whenever it did not come With it again is the Saxo Which is surrounded by white beads and black beads, as it became a bit obese and did not bear the pressure of the thread on her wrist, so I left it at home with the hose, but otherwise Ajak as it is, long-tailed texture like a black-skinned, The night itself, Sadra Nahed, has long and thin arms, eyes with sharp and piercing eyes as the eyes of the tigress. Another thing to note is that Ajak did not get married to that moment, the only one left of her generation without a husband yet, Longer than the questions of the flesh, Ajak was too tall, black as a night with two arms This is very important because Ajak will soon be living with a number of cows according to their strength and body shape. They will decide who the husband is and how many cows she deserves as a dowry, and how her father loves her more than all her sisters, And it is what proud of it and so clear of the special song that sing them alone:
I hug you with my cow
Blessed are you with my holy seed
O daughter of the Nile grass
Ajak ya cow .. Ajak Ya cow Nile grass great grandfather
Ajak did not forget to change her clothes as she left Chopet to Abiro, got rid of everything. She drew her beautiful long body with a brightly colored cloth, the Levite or the uniform of her tribe. It is a sheet that ends with her upper end on her right shoulder and circulates about half the body in an amazing Gabbane dagger, showing half of it and concealing half of it to announce the hidden half of the unguarded half. A simple jellababa of colored silk did not have sleeves and completely naked from the chest, which is most fitting for her body of clothes, Ajak like other structures know what suits her beauty and what is free to excite the astonishment of men and the surprise of her femininity is first, she was accompanied by her mother who waited in Shwept since The beginning of the week to take her on a journey with legs The village often takes the hour, through a savage, rich forest. Agak will become the first doctor from Abiro and will remain the only one who has this title for another 10 years. Her mother was the only one to marry Ajak, first of all, to have children who preserve the offspring of the family. Ever since she heard that her daughter was on the way to Abiro, she was enjoying gifts to spend more time asking her husband for her daughter than the great grandfather of the family, the Nile grass. She knew that her daughter would not marry easily, because she is long and very black and marbled, this means that her dowry may exceed a thousand cows, and this is often not available to a normal person. In fact, this was the closest clan, from where to pair with a thousand cows at a time when the remnants of the war that took place twenty years in the place, spent many appetites of cows and weaken them from the human, even if he wanted to remain a great religion, even if the relatives , And no one spoke of Agak's options, which whispered to her mother that she would marry a man from Khartoum, not from the Dinka, but that she still does not know his tribe, and that he works in the press. Of course her mother asked her what the press is, Ajak could not find a suitable language to explain the word, she did not mind the mother but only confirmed the number of cows, because her father will die of injustice if one cow is less than a thousand agreed upon as a minimum for a girl in length and has two arms Beauty.
The next day, many young men from some of the neighboring villages came to celebrate the return of Ajak dancing with her, and jumped into the sky, trying to get her arms up high, sang to her and likened each of them to his most beautiful cows, and gave her her name: Kateng, Lul, Nyang, Akkar, Ayna and Jantuk, and rejoiced her companions and sang with her, and offered her a beak of marriage, the beak of two other wives, and said he would pay 300 cows apart and immediately, her mother said that does not settle the number of beads that adorn the neck of her daughter. Maluel Agok, a handsome young man from Dinka Bor, presented him with only one wife and inherited many slaves, children and two women from his deceased father. He said that he would pay for Ajak, five hundred cows, including his own bull, which was considerable money and amazing honor, but the mother of Ajak said, that money does not equal the value that will surround the waistline of her beautiful daughter. And they were frustrated in the Dinka boys and their failure to honor her daughter in a way worthy of her length. This was considered one of the signs that the world becomes the courtyard, and that the universe may end soon as long as this is the case of values and ethics. She refused to offer her until before she knew their tempting offers. She asked again about the husband Ajak had talked about before, how many cows he owned, how much family he owned and who was his family. Ajak told her: "I do not know anything about his family, but he is sure he does not have one calf."
Well, let's go again to the sheikh, to call us your grandfather, the kelp, and ask him how much sacrifices you give him in order to respond to your need for a husband who is good at your assessment and knows your destiny and has the money to do so. Agak said she would not do so, so her mother went alone, and slaughtered white chickens and black chickens as asked her, and served in the service of the Sheikh hour, and promised good.
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