© 2006 photo by Carmen Ezgeta: Ribarsko beduinsko naselje na obali Crvenog mora, pustinja Sinai, Egipat, Afrika, studeni 2005
Bedouin's Village & Red Sea, Sinai Desert, Egypt, Africa, November 2005
Nomadic Arabs, recognized by their nomadic lifestyles, specific dialects, social structures and culture.
Their numbers are decreasing, as more and more are changing from nomadic lifestyles to sedentary.
Estimates say nomadic Bedouins constitute about 10% of the population of the central Middle East.
Their life forms are pastoral: they herd camels, but often also sheep, goats and cattle. Handicrafts form another important source of income.
Bedouins are normally migrating only in parts of the year, depending on grazing conditions. In winter, when there is some precipitation,
they migrate deeper into the desert, while they seek refuge around secure water sources in the hot and dry summer time.
Bedouins have traditionally occupied the Sinai Peninsula.
Within the limits of declared Protected Areas they retain their traditional rights and continue to occupy their settlements,
women graze their sheep and goat herds and men fish.
Activities that are likely to damage habitats or reduce their biodiversity are now regulated by EEAA staff in cooperation with concerned Bedouin.
Bedouin staff have been contracted by the EEAA as Park Rangers or to provide services to the Protectorates.
Bedouin culture has been founded on strict tribal laws and traditions. Nature is respected, water is consumed sparingly,
small water reservoirs are constructed on hillsides to assist wildlife, the relationship between coral reefs and fisheries is clearly understood and damage
to reef areas is limited. Tribal law prohibits the cutting of "green trees", the penalty could be up to three 2 year old camels or their equivalent value.
Bedouins have said that "killing a tree is like killing a soul". Much can be learned from that statement.
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Kad prodje ova neobicna mjesecina
koja je prevalila daleki put od mene do tebe,
plasljivo obojena srebrom,
kad odleti drhtava ptica koja zivi od topline
moje ruke, i jos me osvaja,
sitnim koracima priblizava nebo
mojim otvorenim ocima,
kad prodje ovo sporo i tesko ljeto
vezano svojim remenom za jesen,
kad stanu svi satovi koji su otkucavali
opojne i bujne vrtove
poslije tople kise,
kada sve prodje,
pretvorit cu se u zrna pijeska sto ga nosi vjetar
prema sredistu usamljene zvijezde
bit cu voda koja ispire sljunak
i od toga postaje mutna
bit cu prazan trg sa sjenom necijih stopa
stablo obraslo sutljivim brsljanom sto vene,
samo sjecanje na samu sebe,
u casu umiranja,
jednostavna rijec zaboravljena u grlu,
pokusaj smijeska koji se hrani
podnebljem jedne pjesme,
koju nisam znala ispjevati