The Camel, The Turban, & The Existentialist

The camel sauntered with pomp– its head swayed from side to side-; the man’s gait, however, was cold and rigid as if on a military march.  An imperial mustache sat atop his lips and accentuated his wide forehead and thick jawline. 

“This is a fine camel you got here,” Jabbar complimented as he stopped by them. The camel stopped first, the man followed. 

“Thank you! ” the reply came but from the camel!

Flabbergasted, his hand remained frozen mid-air as he was about to pat the camel’s shoulder. He let drop it drop to his side eventually but not before the camel rolled his eyes at him as if saying: “here we go again!”.

The Domaki Blacksmith

Hunza is situated in the mountainous north of Pakistan, where before the construction of roads and mule tracks, people were cut off from one group of villages to the next and between them were high rising mountains and insuperable passes and naturally, each group of villages developed their own language; majority of these weren’t dialects but distinct languages, each capable of baffling the linguists.

Domaaki is one of those languages; the Domaaki speakers traditionally were either musicians or blacksmiths but they now hold various professions.

At present, unfortunately, there are fewer than 350 Domaaki speakers present in the world and the language is on the brink of extinction!