Thin reeds now sprout on the glassy surface. Aquatic birds build nests on tiny islands. And lanky young boys in flowing tunics spend the first few hours of each day as generations of adolescent males in their families have: gliding across the water in narrow wooden boats to collect fish trapped in homemade nets.
"The water is our life," Kerkush said as he gazed at the marsh that now comes within a few feet of his house and stretches as far as the eye can see. "It is a gift from God to have it back."
Well, yes it is. And He used the Brits and Americans as His delivery agents.
Saturday, October 11, 2003
THE MARSH ARABS RECLAIMING THEIR WAY OF LIFE