I call this folk custom a bad habit here.
At the beginning of the article: Guka's parents entrusted Sanmao to tell Guka that she would get married ten days after Ramadan. Sanmao wants to know why she didn't tell Guka. I'm confused, too The article said, "We drank another cup of tea silently. Finally, I couldn't help asking Han, "Don't you think Guka is too young? She is only ten years old. " Han Di said disapprovingly, "What's missing? My wife was only eight years old when she married me. "I think that's the custom of their Saharans. I can't criticize this matter with too subjective eyes, so I don't talk anymore. " Please tell Guka that she doesn't know yet. "Guka's mother begged me again." Why don't you defend yourself? "I asked them strangely." How can such a thing be straightforward "Answer me rightfully. I think they are really pedantic sometimes. ”,
I'm surprised. I got married at the age of ten. I didn't go to grade four or five until I was ten years old.
Later Sanmao told Guka that she was getting married. San Mao asked who the other person was, and Guka shook her head. Seeing this, I feel speechless and angry! You can't choose the person you like. You know what love is when you are ten years old. I'm getting married! What's even more exasperating is that no one knows who you are going to marry! What makes me even more angry is! I can't change anything!
Sanmao saw that the man Guka was going to marry was Abdi. San Mao described Abdi as not black, tall and handsome, polite in speech and gentle in eyes, which gave a very good first impression. But what I did later was really irritating. When she got married, Guka wrapped herself in a dark blue cloth, turned blue all over and had another breath. Although she is still barefoot, she has put on gold and silver bracelets on her feet, her hair has begun to curl up, and she has been coated with pungent spices, which makes people think that she is indeed a Saharan woman. What is mentioned here is the strange smell of not taking a shower all the year round. The Sahrawis do take a bath once a year or several years, and there will be an article about it later.
The day before the wedding, I intercepted the original text for you to see. It says: Guka will leave home as usual the day before the wedding, and the groom will pick her up on the wedding day. I gave Guka a fake jade bracelet as a gift, and she always asked me for it. Before leaving home that afternoon, Guka's aunt came. She was a very old Sahrawi woman, and Guka sat in front of her and began to dress up. Her hair was let down, braided into more than 30 thin braids, and she wore a small pile of wigs on her head, just like the head of an ancient maid-in-waiting in China. Each braid is woven with colored beads, and the top of the head is shiny fake jewelry, and no makeup is needed on the face. After the hair was combed, Guka's mother brought new clothes. When Guka put on that pleated white dress, her upper body was wrapped in black cloth, and her already fat figure was even more bloated. "How fat!" I sighed. Her aunt replied: "Fat, good-looking, is to be fat." After getting dressed, Guka sat quietly on the ground, her face was very beautiful, and a jewel made this gloomy room shine. It is mentioned in the article that being fat and looking good is fat. Africa may regard obesity as a kind of beauty.
On the wedding day, Sanmao was full of curiosity and thought it was an unimaginable beautiful story. But when Sanmao went, the local wedding atmosphere was particularly bad. As described in this article, the atmosphere was not good when he entered the room. There were a large group of Sahrawi men sitting in the hall, all smoking, and the air was very bad. This Abdi is also crowded with many people. If I hadn't seen him before, I really couldn't see anything like the groom tonight.
There are also slaves playing drums here, but Sanmao can only stand outside and watch. Like other Sahrawi women, the status of women here is extremely low.
Finally, it's time to meet the bride. It is said that the past custom was to ride a camel, empty the gun and go to the tent to meet the bride. Now jeeps have replaced camels and horns have replaced empty guns, but the noise is still the same. I was angry when I came to pick up the bride. The article wrote: The most irritating thing is watching the wedding ceremony. Abdi got out of the car and rushed into the room where Guka was sitting with a group of young friends without saying hello to anyone. When she got up, she grabbed Guka's arm and dragged her out. Everyone was laughing, only Guka bowed his head and struggled. Because she was fat, Abdi's friends also went up to help drag. At this moment, she began to cry. I bit my lower lip to see how the farce ended, although I was already very angry. At this time, the ancient card has been outside the door. Suddenly, she reached for Abdi's face and grabbed it. There are several blood stains on her face, and Abdi is not weak. He twisted Guka's finger with his hand. At this time, everything was quiet, except the occasional short cry of the ancient bayonet echoing in the night sky.
Sanmao nervously asked Guka to get on the bus, but you couldn't beat him. Then Guka's brother said to Sanmao, "Don't be nervous. This is a custom. If you don't struggle when you get married, you will be laughed at afterwards. It is a good woman to fight like this. " My inner thought is that this kind of marriage is better than not getting married. In case of accidental death, I think there should be many such things.
The next thing made me cry for that little girl. The article goes like this:
When Abdi went to Guka's room, I began to feel very nervous, and somehow I felt uncomfortable. When I think of what Guka's brother said to me-"You have to cry when you enter the bridal chamber-",I feel that people waiting outside, including me, are assholes. It is strange that no one will use custom as an excuse to change it. Abdi opened the curtains and went in for a long time. I have been sitting in the hall with my head down. I don't know. After centuries, I heard an ancient card-"Ah-"like crying, and then there was no sound. Although the custom requires her to scream, her voice is so painful, so real, so helpless and so long. I sat quietly and my eyes began to get wet. "Think about it, she is just a ten-year-old child, cruel!" I said angrily to Jose. He looked up at the ceiling and couldn't say a word. We were the only two outsiders present that day.
Look at this paragraph again, my tears unconsciously fell down, and I suggest readers read the contents of the book.
In their concept, the first night of marriage is nothing more than openly taking a little girl's virginity by violence.
The absurd wedding lasted six days. On the sixth day, Sanmao walked into Guka's room. The environment of the room is described as follows: the light in the room is very dark and the air is very turbid. Guka sat on a pile of blankets in the corner. She was very happy to see me. She got up and kissed me on the cheek and said, "San Mao, don't go." "I won't leave. I'll get you something to eat. " I ran out and grabbed a big piece of meat and came in to chew it for her. It looks really uncomfortable.
I have read this article countless times, and every time I see it, tears will still fall unconsciously. It's hard to say.
That's all for reading today. I feel sad in my heart. Maybe I'm too young to see human suffering.
Notes on 202 1.04.23 13:55