Scribblings from Tripoli

Hi friends,

Assalamu alaikum wa rahmatullah,

Wish you a very happy Independence Day, and hope this would find you in good
health and high spirit. It is almost two weeks since I came here. Started
picking up the duty*. *

I feel loneliness; but for me, loneliness is no monotonous state. You would
have got my point; I can spend hours in solitude knowing no exhaustion.

I miss you all and feel I am far away from my loved ones. This separation
was decided by the fate the day we met or even before, as I quoted one urdu
couplet in my last post, *har mulaaqaat ka anjaam judaaee kyon hai? *(Every
meeting ends up in separation). It’s OK. No problem, I got many new friends.
One Egyptian, that funny guy from Cairo Mr. Ihaab, Libyans like Fuqhi, Abdul
Majeed, Ali Ma’atouq,  et al from Tripoli, Anil Jha from Delhi, Nirmal Rai
from Chandigarh, Faisal from Lucknow, Murthy from Vishakhapatnam, Arshad
from Kashmir and Unni  and Pillai  from Kerala are a few to name.

It was not my intension to write all these; still I wanted to share my own
experience of the elegant, melancholic city of Tripoli with you. Tripoli, I
felt, is a meeting point of antiquity and modernity. I spend hours in the
old city namely, *al madeena al qadeemah, *which takes you centuries back.
Its monuments are preserved very well. Since there is an old city there must
be a new one. True, like our own Old Delhi and New Delhi. But right now I
tell you about the old city, though I don’t know where the so called fault
line between old and new cities is. The old city or the Medina lies along
the harbour and is dominated by a 16th century Spanish castle. As you are
walking down the aisles of the rush areas of the medina you feel you are
dropped in ancient time. But the showcases of the city’s shops are filled
with modern items ranging from computers to costumes. Again sir, no English
language daily newspaper is published in Libya. What about the Tripoli Post
then? Oh it is only a weekly sir. I get two Arabic dailies everyday;  *Alshams
*(The Sun) and *Alfajr aljadeed *(The New Dawn) Nothing particular, a notice
board for the subject of the “Q-Land” in two different names, that’s all.

People wear pants-shirt, very few wear long cloak (thob, kandoorah, dishdsha
and so on and so forth) even for Juma prayer. Youngsters are commonly seen
in their jeans-Tshirt combination. They do any work even what we call mean
jobs. The only problem is their sloth that is identified with them, in stark
contrast with their Indian counterparts. 30% of the total work force of our
company is reserved for them; it is a norm in Libya. Blaming Libyans is the
favourite pastime of even the laziest Indian in the company.

It is already 11.00 in the night i.e. time to wind up. Insha Allah, next
week on the first day of Ramadan I shall come to you with the new strips and
tips.

*PS: Ramadan is declared here beforehand as Libyans don’t wait for hilal to
be seen bare eyes; directly resort to astronomic calculations. *

Bye,






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Wassalam


Arif Zain
Tripoli, Libya
00218927291274

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