In a tiny room with no door, in a village with no roads, a drugged woman ties thousands of knots to weave a rug worth $5,000 for others to walk on.
BY ANNA BADKHEN | Foreign Policy
OQA -- The
wooden loom takes up the whole room, clay wall to clay wall, south to north. In
the southern end of the room, two women sit cross-legged on top of the first
few inches of the carpet they started weaving this month.
Fine clay dust dances in the light that seeps into the room through the entryway, a woozy approximation of a rectangle.
There is no door. There is no roof, just
some dry desert scrub brush over unfinished wooden rafters. There is no glass
in the windows the size and the shape of a sheep's head. There are only the
coarse, undyed wefts stretched tautly over the loom; the maroon, beige, and
black warp threads; the women's fingers that knot the warps over the wefts; and
the small, black scythes the women use to cut the warp thread after each tiny
knot has been fastened.
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