The Quail and the Exodus

On a day in March 2004 I was watching the sunset on a boat in the Nile going to backto our hotel in Aswan. We saw many fleets of those small birds flying

north. We were watching their flying patterns and how a leader was

always appointed to lead the entire group. They all kept the same

distance from one another in that long line.

At that time we thought of ducks, doves and quails, as those

intelligent birds that recognize the earth magnetic fields to

determine direction, as if using a compass.

I was told that the phenomena was until now not quite understood

(although I remember something like a metal particle being embedded

inside skulls of migrating birds). Any feedback!?

But then I was also told that migrating birds sometimes follow basins

of rivers as their guide and source of their pray of fish along the

way.

Watching those -to me- tiny birds fluttering their wings, all at the

same time, with the same rhythm, I thought to myself….."those strokes

must make the birds LOSE SO MUCH ENERGY until they reach their

destination.."

A week later I was having dinner with South African friends when one

of them saw QUAIL on the menu, and showed extreme interest.

I knew that in some European cultures pigeons / quails are not eaten

at all, and if you happen to find a place that serves them, then you

would be ordering yourself the ultimate delicacy.

So, the idea of trying out a quail seemed extremely exotic to him and

he asked me if they tasted good. He said he was interested in tasting

the quail since it had been MENTIONED IN THE BIBLE. He talked about a

MIRACLE caused by God for the Jews as they were hungry.

The story and miracle is about the Israelites having craved eating

flesh for a long time roaming the deserts, when God sent quails

FALLING on them from the sky. They were happy and ate a lot of quail.

But then God's anger caused many of them to die. It was an EPIDEMIC

DEATH, where they dropped dead with the flesh still in their mouths.

The story and miracle is about the Israelites having craved eating

flesh for a long time roaming the deserts, when God sent quails

FALLING on them from the sky. They were happy and ate a lot of quail.

But then God's anger caused many of them to die. It was an EPIDEMIC

DEATH, where they dropped dead with the flesh still in their mouths.

So, why was the (scientific / historic) investigation of this miracle

mentioned in the Bible so important? It was important for some people

since this incident if dated properly would help in determining when

the Exodus took place.

Well, investigating quails they found out that quails:

- migrate southwards from Europe in the fall and northwards in

spring time.

- stuff themselves with food before migration as a preparation

for their journey, which makes them put on up to 50% more of their

initial weight, they get plump.

- The body structure of quails (especially after getting plump)

is not aerodynamic, this is why they rely a lot on winds to push them

in their way to their destination.

- By the time the birds pass by El Arish they would be

extremely tired and let them selves pushed down to the ground by the

east wind. There and then many of them are usually caught in nests /

or shot down at El Massaeed village. (An explanation for God having

quails FALLING down from the sky on the Israelites)

- Reading in the internet some people say (or want to prove)

that this miracle and epidemic had happened near Mount Sinai, Sheikh

Awad and Baqb El Hawa. The assume that the people who died there

were buried in the area on the spot. 

- Some quails when eaten have proven to be poisonous. Reason

has been unclear for some tine but one theory suggests that in the

spring time when the birds make their way from Central Africa back to

Europe they would have eaten a certain grain in Central Africa, that

is not poisonous to the bird itself but to some people who eat the

bird itself according to the person's physiology. (An explanation for

the epidemic death of Israelites).

That day after having read those things on the net I went back home

to find out of all days of the year mum had grilled some quail for

usJ So, I immediatly asked her where she had gotten them from. She

said there are some quail farms (so I knew at least they did not eat

that grain from Central AfricaJ.

But then I thought about those domesticated quails, whose breasts I

assure you were plumber than those of pigeonsJ

Mon 8 March 2004

A Message from Cambodia

By all means...this is not the right time for her to travel. 
The plane should take off exactly one week from now to this other part 
of the world. 

Right now, she has no money for this kind of thing. She would be unemployed in a few weeks time with no other new contracts in the horizon. It was a gloomy period, her being worried about covering 
her expenses until she finds a new job, in that very specific field. 
She was desperately hopeless and depressed. 

She didnt have any days off left for an annual leave, and her boss 
was out of town to be able to even ask him for the favor of letting 
her travel before contract end.

It is high season and all plane seats had been booked 3 months in 
advance. No seats on international flights free. For that country 
all train tickets were sold out for internal transport, internal 
flights were also out. Her friend who lives there and had arranged 
for the very tight schedule of the trip to share with a third friend 
was out of town and couldnt help solving any problems. She had to 
find transportation for the exact timing otherwise she wouldnt be 
able to spend the vacation with them.

Her passport has been missing for two years. She has no time to have 
a visa issued

Yet, they kept telling her to try and join. She just decided that 
within that week she should try her best and see what comes out of 
it.

For some reason, she gets a good job offer to shut up all the 
worries about future, career, independence and stuff.

The other day she finds her passport. Apparently it had been moved 
to the balcony with the old books as they were decorating their 
house.

She sends an email to her boss without any hope, yet he miraculously 
agrees to let her travel. He also gives her an unexpected 
compensation to travel with.

She manages to get herself internal flights from Cairo instead of 
the fully booked trains. And gets the extra open end plane 
reservation her friend had for contingency.

She manages to get a visa, and one day before departure she asks 
them to make it a multiple entry and she succeeds.

And, one week from that date, looking at the clouds from the planes 
window she cant believe she could actually make it. Many of her 
friends were all I disbelief. Many thought she would never make it.

She has the nicest time with her two friends, only interrupted by 
her parents getting worried about her cuz she was at one of those 
countries where the Tsunami hit.

She spends new years on the shore of a beach, three nicely dressed 
girls sitting there watching Chinese lamp shades being blown out in 
the air to shine, chatting, legs wiggling down the wall to the 
beach, only struggling with the international phone card to wish 
their families a happy new years.

She has been asking everybody from the locals about a fortune teller 
without any success. She forgets all about it. But then on her way 
to the airway office she bumps into this Sikh guy with a large 
turban, who tells her her mothers name. He tells her intimate 
details about herself. He gives her the advice of life and tells her 
to pray as her own religion dictates together with meditation. He 
tells her its faith. The secret is to have the real faith in God. 
With that you can withstand anything cruel life might throw at you.

She crosses the border overland and alone. She visits a major dream 
of her life and dwells in the amazing rich history combined with 
exciting beauty of the place. She counts her blessings once more for 
being able to do that in this life time.

After having done all the sight seeing, mingling with the locals and 
breathing in the culture of the place she takes a walk. She walks 
along this never ending street, her lonely planet guide tucked in 
her Rucksack, she has no idea where this street leads to.

She strides forward watching the people in their homes, the plants, 
the Buddhist temples, the children on bikes. It must have been 3 
hours or so since she been walking aimlessly when she bumps into a 
sign saying "institute for revival of traditional khmer silk". She 
of course goes inside.

She meets this Japanese volunteer who shows her around. He tells her 
that out of 1700 original patterns only 300 survived the war. And 
now they are barely trying to save those 300 left. She watches the 
golden pure silk died using only natural dies, spun, dried, woven, 
by older women who show younger ones. She takes a lot of pictures 
and talks with the women.

The Japanese volunteer asks her to go up to have a look at the 
products. She tells him she had no money to buy things now, he 
insists.

He leads her to a big piece hung on the wall and tells her to come 
forward for him to explain the designs on their most precious piece. 
He points to a structure and tells her they believe it to be either 
a temple or a mosque. She sounds very surprised! Mosque? How come in 
this Buddhist country? He says wait, and points to two blank stripes 
framing the piece, and says: we think this is a mosque, because we 
think those blank lines used to be Arabic writing but we 
unfortunately have lost them, we do not know how to make them so we 
produce the piece as it is and leave these two lines blank.

She is very surprised of what she is hearing and asks him, weather 
he has a picture of the original design somewhere. He says: yes, and 
gets out so many old books flips through their pages, page by page, 
the dust flying out with the motion of paper, until he finally 
exhales. Here it is. he says, and hands her the picture in the old 
ruffled book.

She takes a look at the picture and to her shock, those first and 
only words in Arabic that shock her eyes.. لا الله إلا الله محمد رسول الله

She is not excited anymore, she is in shock thinking what was it 
that brought her, the all time skeptic, to this part if the world, 
to walk down this particular unknown street, have her find this 
unadvertised institute, only to read those words after being away 
from anything Islamic for one month living a totally different 
culture.???

How come it was her, who neatly wrote out those exact words again 
for the older women to reproduce in the lands of Buddha...It must 
have been a conspiracy, such things do not happen just like that. 
They happen for a reason, we sometimes just need to listen...

Noha El Shoky
12-06-05

The Rainbow of Marsa Matrouh

When I am in the desert you hardly find me wearing any shoes. They 
seem not important for me even if I am in town. Walking barefoot when 
I can or with socks only somehow gives me a thrill, although people 
must find it weird or sometimes absurd, am sure :) This time I did 
not only -as usual- ignore putting on my shoes; but I also got to 
relive the experience of driving without them… I got to remember 
feeling the power of the engine taking up or slowing down as I press 
on the gasoline pedal. It's as if I can feel the wheels against my 
soles, such an exciting feeling.. me and the car are one!

I was driving on the road from Siwa to Matrouh, the sea was on my 
left side and the desert was on my right side, when the view from the 
windbreaker was literally divided in two. 

Through the left side of my windbreaker I saw beautiful fluffy clouds 
in different shades of blue, yes different shades of blue, it was as 
if they were part of the blue sky.. the shades of blue were melting 
into each other like a water color painting; the upper part was a 
darker blue, and the blue became lighter and lighter the more we 
looked down towards the horizon. 

Through the left side of the windbreaker I saw white-grayish clouds 
that became grayer and heavier as we drove on. And before we knew it, 
drops of water hit the glass and they were coming on harder and 
harder..

All of a sudden the whole scenery changed..the sand on the road 
turned from its usual warm yellowish color into a a peach / orange 
hue, and the sky on the left side remained blue and the shades of 
blue became slightly darker since the sun was setting from in the 
background..

We had to stop, and I mean we HAD to stop, and get out of the car. I 
pulled over and of course looked for my abandoned sandals..

It was pouring and the raindrops hit the asphalt with such force that 
made each drop splash back upwards in a 30 degree angle, losing its 
cohesiveness at impact.

I stood facing the sea, the wind and rain blowing against me. Before 
me rested wet sand the color of peach, dark palm trees and then the 
darker sea and the ever varying shades of blue clouds set an amazing 
background …we had to take pictures.. 

After taking a few pictures in the rain, we got in the car once more, 
and I took off my sandals again a drove on.. the raod was stark black 
with stark white lines in the middle..looking up our eyes were hit 
once more with another form of beauty..There were straps of colors 
rising up from the earth towards the blue part of the sky and its 
blue clouds..It was the rainbow greeting us..

We drove on on the silky road, and all of a sudden the rainbow was 
right in the middle of my windshield, it was as if it was the 
extension of the white lines on the road and I had the urge to press 
harder on the gasoline pedal, feel the car's vigor grow so that I can 
take off, leave the road and drivie on the perfect lanes of the 
rainbow lying vertically ahead disappearing into the skies.....

Noha El Shoky
30 November 2003

Eman, As3a II and As3a I

Dec 12th, 2002

-Struggling to sleep I decide to get out of the camping site and walk 
to the mosque where the eid chants are filling the air.
-I walk across the desert, across the asphalt road and then into the 
green fields. I walk for 1 hour until I reach the mosque, and sit 
there meditating. A young woman approaches me and asks me to come 
with her for breakfast. She shares her almost fat free eid cookies, 
roasted peanuts with me and asks one of the boys to fetch me a 
corncob from the field. I chat with her and she shows me her 3 
children, I walk away grateful but am sad I didn't have anything in 
me to share with her and her children on this special, religious 
holiday.
(Original text 
http://groups.yahoo.com/group/SaharaSafaris/message/1568)


5 months later: 14 May 2003

I go to Bahareya Oasis on business, we go visit primary health care 
units and I find out by accident that they have files on the ppl in 
As3a Wahed and Etnein. I ask about Eman, I don't know her last name. 
And the Health Educator at the Unit says she knows Eman in As3a 
Wahed. She has 3 girls and newborn baby boy called "Ahmed".
I think to myself.. am not sure that's the same person I want to 
see..she didn't look pregnant to me, but I think she was in As3a 
Entien not As3a Wahed.

Anyway, we finish work and then I ask my boss if we could pass by 
that place I had wandered into last time I was camping and agreed.

Of course I had no address or house number or telephone .. these were 
people living in the very far outskirts of bahareya oasis there was 
no services there basically. 

So, I go there and the guide gets us to As3a Wahed and al I can rely 
on was the vague memory of a hot spring facing a mosque. So I ask him 
to take me to the mosque. 

I look around but the mosque and the spring somehow look different, 
probably cuz it is a different time of the day. So I try to assume 
the same position I had when Eman came and fetched me to try to 
determine which way she had come from. 

So I sit on the rim of the well and almost visualize her coming from 
the back I can almost feel her presence. So, I turn around and start 
walking in that direction, I find a passer-buy , a veiled lady doing 
something so I ask her about Eman and she points the way. 

I go into that alley and start recollecting the memories of my first 
visit and ask for Eman while many ppl gather in the alley looking at 
me the business like woman walking towards them, asking for Eman. 

One of them points at Eman, I can not recognize her from the distance 
she looks slimmer and frailer than the Eman I know, and she diet 
recognize me in these clothes either since last time I was in jeans 
and simple travelers clothes wearing a headscarf to protect my ears 
from the cold. But As I come closer, I start to recognize her and I 
shake he hands and she says o the people yes I know her.

Ohh.. I found Eman again it turned out to be her, she actually has 
had a new born baby boy, Ahmed was his name as they had told me at 
the health unit. 

We all sat down and the women made us some tea we sat in their 
storage room. Enjoying the nice tea, while Eman gave me her youngest 
son to see. 

So, yes she was pregnant when I had met her the first time, only I 
had no idea. 

The whole street was excited to see me, they all gathered happily 
especially the women… and I was happy to have found my way to them 
again cuz I was wondering if I wud ever be able to have the chance to 
ever see Eman again.


One year later: 16 May, 2004

Why the hell is this article still on my hard disk and not sent 
out????

Recalling the last time I saw Eman, I remember her saying one thing 
that rings in my ears.. Eman holding her new born son, Ahmed, and 
looking me directly in the eye : " Come back again, soon, u know u 
have a family here, who wud like to have you around as much as 
possible."