35 needed to visit the house of Sheikh Saif al-Midfa‘, the town’s judge, go to the market to oversee his trade and properties, or meet with fellow merchants. In the morning or evening, my father would anoint himself with perfume and incense before exiting through the kitchen door. To his right, the rich aromas of cooking mingled with the smoke of burning firewood, while to his left, the cowshed exuded the earthy scents of cow dung. Stepping out, he would enter a small courtyard, cluttered with stacks of firewood and scattered cattle fodder. He would navigate through this space, enclosed by houses constructed from palm fronds. As he made his way out of this enclave, he
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