Behind the Veil in Persia and Turkish Arabia: An Account of an Englishwoman's Eight Years' Residence Amongst the Women of the East — John Shaqi
Behind the Veil in Persia and Turkish Arabia: An Account of an Englishwoman's Eight Years' Residence Amongst the Women of the EastHume-Griffith, M. E.
Philosophy
Behind the Veil in Persia and Turkish Arabia: An Account of an Englishwoman's Eight Years' Residence Amongst the Women of the East
Hume-Griffith, M. E.
Arabian Peninsula -- Social life and customs; Iran -- Social life and customs
Some of these cellars are quite palatial, the walls and floors
being made from the famous Yezd marble, which closely resembles
alabaster. One such I remember very well: it was a room about 40 feet
by 30 feet, very lofty, and lit from the top by windows on a level with
the ground above. In the centre of this room was a "hoze" (water tank),
of which the Persians are so fond, and rising from the water was a
fountain capable of playing to the height of 30 feet; a large bowl
turned upside down had been fixed on the ceiling to catch the spray
and prevent it from becoming damp. Here the inmates of the house took
their mid-day siesta, and very charmingly cool it was compared to the
upstairs world. Some cellars are not at all healthy, and, if slept in
during the day, the sleepers are very liable to contract malaria or
some other fever. When dry and well ventilated no harm seems to come
from this custom of retiring underground during the great heat of
the day, and certainly a good cellar is a great boon to a European,
and a great blessing when the thermometer registers 110 in the shade
upstairs, while in the cellar it rarely goes above 86 or 90 degrees.
Scorpions, centipedes, tarantulas, and suchlike creatures have a good
time in Yezd. The climate agrees with them, and they thrive and enjoy
life to an alarming extent. One day my husband killed three scorpions
within the hour, two of which were the poisonous black kind. Tarantulas
abounded inside the house and out. They always seemed to make a point
of running across my path during prayer times; to say the least it is
very disconcerting to see one of these creatures glide softly past you
with the evident intention of seeking shelter under your skirt! Our
cat always used to make a dart directly he saw any of these tarantulas,
just to draw our attention to them, but he would never kill one.
From life in the cellar we pass to life on the roof. This was often
the most enjoyable part of the day. It is lovely, when the heat of
the day is over, to lie and watch the stars, knowing that the same
stars were watching over our loved ones in the Homeland.
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