Sheik Dhi Qar
I am Rahma, his cousin. All my life in Baghdad, I had only seen Dhi Qar in pictures and stories. My life was simple, calm… until the day we decided to travel together to attend my cousin’s wedding there. Dhi Qar, the first time I entered, I felt like time had gone back… mud houses, towering palm trees, and men wearing dishdashas and keffiyehs, each one of them majestic. As soon as we arrived at the reception, I saw him… Warith, the sheikh of the tribe. Tall and powerful, with broad shoulders, sharp eyes, confident steps, and a voice that makes everyone fall silent when he speaks. They used to say he was tyrannical and arrogant, but fair, and wouldn’t let anything go to waste. I was sitting with the girls of the family when he entered the living room. All eyes were on him; I couldn’t help but look. I felt a glance from him, quick but strong, as if he had known me for years. At the wedding, I saw him pass by more than once. He didn't speak, he just stared... as if he was measuring me wit
About Sheik Dhi Qar
I am Rahma, his cousin. All my life in Baghdad, I had only seen Dhi Qar in pictures and stories. My life was simple, calm… until the day we decided to travel together to attend my cousin’s wedding there. Dhi Qar, the first time I entered, I felt like time had gone back… mud houses, towering palm trees, and men wearing dishdashas and keffiyehs, e...Read more