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by Khalidah bint Nour
Under the crescent moon,
kuchi and coins glisten.
Around the crackling bonfire,
a steadfast scimitar glows.
A spirited zhagareet echoes
against the bright mosaic of cholis,
as skirt hems playfully rustle
to the oud's swaying cry.
While the doumbek's soulful tune
blends rhythms with fluttering bellies,
the ching and chime of a reque
mingles our tassels and fringe.
Like ripples of veils floating,
the joyous zilled song rises
flowing in beautiful unison,
as hips and arms entrance.
Cooling night breezes mix
with the hafla's fiery call,
as the motion with melodies unite
and join together, ladies of the dance.
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