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A Cairo Wedding

Am exhausted but happy. I have just returned from an incredible weekend in Cairo. Abeir and Mohamed treated me like a Pasha! Cairo was sunny, exciting, noisy, and very warm. It was delightful to smell once again the "Orient" in the air. It has been too long since I smelled this intoxicating scent. A scent of sand and sandalwood and unknown spices all mixed up in an elixir of excitement.

I left late Thursday evening and arrived about two hours later in a city that was about 15° warmer than Rome. Abeir had sent a car to meet me and after clearing customs I was whisked away to the throbbing metropolis of Cairo. Knowing of my weakness for Arabic sweets, I was greeted in my hotel room by a myriad assortment of you can't believe what delicacies and a warm note from Abeir expressing her delight of me having come for her wedding!

My limited days of permanence in the land of the pyramids now seems like one great bazaar of color and music and movement. Abeir and Mohamed had programmed almost every moment of my stay. I was an enthralled captive.

On Friday morning a car and guide was waiting to take me to the Giza complex and other recent discoveries nearby. I even made it a point to stop into my favourite little perfume shop of exotic oils near the Great Sphinx. They still serve the most aromatic jasmine tea that I have ever had in my entire life while you are sniffing their precious scents while lounging on enormous silken cushions. Black narcissus was my choice of this day!

Rushing back to Cairo I had time to stop at the National Museum which has recently been renovated and is still one of the most bedazzling collections in the world! The evening found me participating in the first phase of the marriage ceremony. The "Henna Night". We all gathered in this mega hotel complex on the Nile to begin the ceremonies.

At a certain point the men separated from the women who whisked Abier off to a "secret place" to paint her body with henna. Her painted body would make her more acceptable to both "Allah" and her future husband. "We men" carried on until the early hours of the morning drinking, eating the most wonderful of things and watching the most artful of belly dancers moving most graciously to Arabic sounds! I was entranced. I was part of the Orient, if only for a fleeting moment.

Saturday was a chapter from "A Thousand and One Nights". A day to be truly remembered. The wedding party, which was mainly made up of the most illustrious personages from the Royal Family of Saudi Arabia were wearing the most elegant of flowing garments and bedecked in the most beautiful of golden jewels I had ever seen in my life. Sparkle was the name of the game.

We gathered shortly after lunch at the main pier of the hotel where we were welcomed aboard a myriad of falukas. These small Egyptian sailing vessels, which trace their history to ancient times, were completely bedecked in glorious flower arrangements. The only thing which was missing were perfumed sails - Cleopatra would have done that! We sailed the Nile in the Cairo area for hours munching on the most delightful of " Arabic antipasti" while being serenaded by musicians - there were two boats only for the musicians!

The day climaxed with the celebration of the marriage in the hotel complex. The gowns and jewels were even more abundant and luxurious. The torchlight on the open terraces overlooking the Nile made the evening ensemble seem like millions of glittering, precious mosaics set apart from the deep blue Cairo sky. Scents and smells from far off lands. The land of Punt! Flaming lambs on silver platters with a huge golden sword in each one were whisked through the gathered celebrants. Silver and golden platters of mountains of Arabic red rice and other delicacies followed to the accompaniment of Arabic music. Our senses were completely and wonderfully abused. The musicians and dancers entertained the wedding party till the early hours of the morning. It was a tremendous success of color and sound and taste and I was very happy to have been part of it!

This morning, which is still a slight blur to me, found me sipping my cinnamon and cardamom scented coffee and munching on the remainder of Abeir's gift of Arabic sweets on my private little terrace overlooking the Nile. There were two dominant thoughts in my mind at that moment. How exquisitely, wonderfully magical this moment is and I must return!

Shortly after, I bid adieu to Abeir and Mohamed and thanked them for their most gracious hospitality and wished them all of the best that the world has to offer a young couple very much In love. Tears formed in our eyes as we said our good byes. She placed in my hand a small, elegantly wrapped box saying that this is for you. She looked me in the eyes and said "thank you for being part of this moment".

Hours later, on the plane back to Rome, I opened the box and found to my amazement the most beautiful of golden jewels with a small red ruby. There was a note attached which read "thank you for believing in me when I was your student". Tears, once again came to my eyes, as the stewardess asked me if I would like a glass of orange juice.

 
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