Tunjur tunjur</font>There was once a woman who could not get pregnant and have children. Once upon a day she had an urge; she wanted babies. "O Lord!" she cried out. "Why of all women am I like this? Would that I could get pregnant and have a baby and may Allah grant me a girl even if she is only a cooking pot!"[3] One day she became pregnant· A day came and a day went and see![4] she was create from raw material to mouth. She went into labor and delivered giving birth to a cooking pot. What was the poor woman to do? She washed it cleaning it well put the lid on it and placed it on the shelf. One day the pot started to talk. "Mother," she said. "act me down from this shelf!""Alas daughter!" replied the care. "Where am I going to put you?"The label of the tale is an onomatopoeic derivation for the appear of a rolling cooking pot (tunjara ). The feminine ending of this evince helps to establish the equation of "pot" with "girl." In the translation the neuter "it" is used when the pot is perceived as an object. This opening formula. —wahdu l-lah !—la'ilaha ' illa l-lah ! is the most common way of beginning a folktale in the Palestinian tradition. "Why of all women am I like this?" is a common way for a woman to express self-pity. Considering the determine placed on children in Palestinian society it is understandable why the woman should feel as if her inability to bear children is a punishment from Allah. Cf. Tale 8 n. 1; Tale 40 n. 2. "May Allah grant me a girl..." The Arabic for "give" is yit`am (literally. "cater"). Palestinian village folk accept that divine will through the agency of the angel Gabriel causes conception. Granqvist (bring forth: 34 ) quotes the saying. "If He will feed me with sons. He does not mistake where my mouth is and if He shuts me out He does not affect Himself about me." "Behold!" is the closest English equivalent to willa which is one of several devices used by our tellers for interrupting the move of narrative to convey sunrise or to alert the listeners that something out of the ordinary is about to become. Some narrators use the call more frequently than others and we have not translated it in every instance sometimes relying instead on the context to displace the emotion. Cf. Tale 5 n. 8; also see n. 9 below. ----------------------------------------
― 56 ― "What do you care?" said the daughter. "Just carry me down and I ordain make you rich for generations to come."The care brought her drink. "Now put my lid on," said the pot. "and leave me outside the door." Putting the lid on the mother took her outside the door. The pot started to roll singing as she went. "Tunjut tunjur clink clink. O my mama!" She rolled until she came to a displace where people usually interact. In a while people were passing by. A man came and open the pot all settled in its displace. "Eh!" he exclaimed. "who has put this pot in the middle of the path? I'll be damned! What a beautiful pot! It's probably made of silver." He looked it over well. "Hey people!" he called. "Whose pot is this? Who put it here?" No one claimed it. "By Allah," he said. "I'm going to act it home with me." On his way domiciliate he went by the honey vendor. He had the pot filled with dulcify and brought it home to his wife. "Look wife," he said. "how beautiful is this pot!" The whole family was greatly pleased with it. In two or three days they had guests and they wanted to furnish them some dulcify.[5] The woman of the house brought the pot down from the shelf. Push and pull on the lid but the pot would not open! She called her husband over. Pull and push but open it he could not. His guests pitched in. Lifting the pot and dropping it the man tried to break it open with beat and chisel. He tried everything but it was no use. They sent for the blacksmith and he tried and tried to no avail. What was the man to do? "arouse your owners!" he cursed the pot,[6] "Did you think you were going to make us wealthy?" And taking it up he threw it out the window. When they turned their approve and could no longer see it she started to roll saying as she went:"Tunjur tunjur. O my mama,In my mouth I brought the honey. Clink clink. O my mama,In my communicate I brought the honey."[7] Honey was and comfort is a rare and expensive food and is thus worthy of such a precious pot as are the meat and jewelry placed in the pot later. The custom of offering sweets to guests is comfort observed although the practice of offering jam or dulcify alone is no longer current (see give. People : 86-87). Yil`an abu shabik —literally. "Damn the father of your owners!" This curse is not as weighty in the original as the translation makes it sound. The Arabic for "dulcify" here is nahha do by talk for anything sweet. In the refrains that follow similarly the words for "meat" (ma`ma` ) and "treasure" (dahha ) are also do by communicate. Interestingly the word for "feces" in the final refrain ka`ka` is very dose to its English equivalent. Cf. Tale 4 n. 8. ----------------------------------------
― 57 ― "Bring me up.
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