The Bedouin ( /ˈbɛdʉ.ɪn/; from the Arabic badawī بَدَوِي, pl. badū بَدْو or al-badaw البَدَوِ) are a part of a predominantly desert-dwelling Arabian ethnic group traditionally divided into tribes or clans, known in Arabic as ʿašāʾir (عَشَائِر).
The term "Bedouin" derives from a plural form of the Arabic word badawī, as it is pronounced in colloquial dialects. The Arabic term badawī derives from the word bādiyah (بَادِية), which means semiarid desert (as opposed to ṣaḥrāʾ صَحْرَاء, which means very arid desert). The term "Bedouin" therefore means, "those in bādiyah" or "those in the desert".
Starting in the late nineteenth century, many Bedouin under British rule began to transit to a seminomadic life. In the 1950s and 1960s, large numbers of Bedouin throughout Midwest Asia started to leave the traditional, nomadic life to settle in the cities of Midwest Asia, especially as hot ranges have shrunk and populations have grown. For example, in Syria the Bedouin way of life effectively ended during a severe drought from 1958 to 1961, which forced many Bedouin to abandon herding for standard jobs. Similarly, governmental policies in Egypt and Israel, oil production in the Persian Gulf, as well as a desire for improved standards of living, effectively led most Bedouin to become settled citizens of various nations, rather than stateless nomadic herders. Governmental policies pressing the Bedouin have in some cases been executed in an attempt to provide service (schools, health-care, law enforcement and so on—see Chatty 1986 for examples), but in others have been based on the desire to seize land traditionally roved and controlled by the Bedouin. In recent years, the Bedouin have adopted the pastime of raising and breeding white doves.
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Inspired by the late Palestinian painter Ismail Shammout (1930-2006), Ismail tells the compelling story of a young Palestinian struggling to support his parents after their expulsion to a Refugee camp in 1948 by the Israeli forces. Despite the wretched life and distressing conditions he holds to his dream to go to Rome to learn painting. One day and after selling cakes at the train station with his little brother, they heedlessly enter a minefield. As Ismail faces death, and in his struggle to save himself and his brother, we discover his true spirit.
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Anthony "Swoff" Swofford, a Camus-reading kid from Sacramento, enlists in the Marines in the late 1980s. He malingers during boot camp, but makes it through as a sniper, paired with the usually-reliable Troy. The Gulf War breaks out, and his unit goes to Saudi Arabia for Desert Shield. After 175 days of boredom, adrenaline, heat, worry about his girlfriend finding someone else, losing it and nearly killing a mate, demotion, latrine cleaning, faulty gas masks, and desert football, Desert Storm begins. In less than five days, it's over, but not before Swoff sees burned bodies, flaming oil derricks, an oil-drenched horse, and maybe a chance at killing. Where does all the testosterone go?
Keywords: 1980s, 1990s, accidental-killing, african-american, airplane, airplane-stewardess, american-football, american-soldier, anti-war, anus
Every man fights his own war.
Welcome To The Suck
[repeated line]::Troy: Welcome to The Suck.
Sgt. Siek: [looking at Oil Fires] I could be working with my brother right now. He's got a dry-wall business in Compton. Does the inside of office buildings; you know, the metal studs. I could be his partner, said he'd give me that brand new Dodge Ram Charger. You know, the 318 Magnum? The beast? All indoor work, too, lots of AC. I could sleep with my wife every night, fuck her, maybe; take my kids to school every morning. And I'd run his crews, too, probably increase productivity 40 to 50%. Make $100K a year. Do you know why I don't? Because I love this job. I thank God for every fucking day he gives me in the corps, oorah.
D.I. Fitch: What the fuck are you even doing here?::Anthony 'Swoff' Swofford: Sir, I got lost on the way to college, sir.
Reporter: Are you scared?::Anthony 'Swoff' Swofford: Look, I'm twenty years old and I was dumb enough to sign a contract. I can hear their fucking bombs already. I can hear their bombs and I'm fucking scared, yeah.
Troy: Fuck politics. We're here. All the rest is bullshit.::All Marines: Yeah.
Anthony 'Swoff' Swofford: [voice over narration] Every war is different, every war is the same.
Kruger: [after being offered nuts on an airplane] Are these warm nuts?::Stewardess: No, I believe they're room temperature.::Kruger: [takes the nuts] Well, maybe later you can come and warm up my nuts.::Stewardess: You know, I don't really like the little ones.
Sgt. Siek: Will you shut the fuck up! There is no bugle program! You sizzle-dick motherfucker! Who do you think you are, some kind of Kenny G or some shit?::Anthony 'Swoff' Swofford: No, Staff Sergeant.::Sgt. Siek: Good.
Anthony 'Swoff' Swofford: [the Doors' "Break on Through" being played on a flying by helicopter] That's Vietnam music... can't we get our own music?
Cortez: I'm the midget, huh? Let's go you squishy-faced retard!::Fowler: [dead serious] Don't you ever call me squishy-face!
Plot
Anthony "Swoff" Swofford, a Camus-reading kid from Sacramento, enlists in the Marines in the late 1980s. He malingers during boot camp, but makes it through as a sniper, paired with the usually-reliable Troy. The Gulf War breaks out, and his unit goes to Saudi Arabia for Desert Shield. After 175 days of boredom, adrenaline, heat, worry about his girlfriend finding someone else, losing it and nearly killing a mate, demotion, latrine cleaning, faulty gas masks, and desert football, Desert Storm begins. In less than five days, it's over, but not before Swoff sees burned bodies, flaming oil derricks, an oil-drenched horse, and maybe a chance at killing. Where does all the testosterone go?
Keywords: 1980s, 1990s, accidental-killing, african-american, airplane, airplane-stewardess, american-football, american-soldier, anti-war, anus
Every man fights his own war.
Welcome To The Suck
[repeated line]::Troy: Welcome to The Suck.
Sgt. Siek: [looking at Oil Fires] I could be working with my brother right now. He's got a dry-wall business in Compton. Does the inside of office buildings; you know, the metal studs. I could be his partner, said he'd give me that brand new Dodge Ram Charger. You know, the 318 Magnum? The beast? All indoor work, too, lots of AC. I could sleep with my wife every night, fuck her, maybe; take my kids to school every morning. And I'd run his crews, too, probably increase productivity 40 to 50%. Make $100K a year. Do you know why I don't? Because I love this job. I thank God for every fucking day he gives me in the corps, oorah.
D.I. Fitch: What the fuck are you even doing here?::Anthony 'Swoff' Swofford: Sir, I got lost on the way to college, sir.
Reporter: Are you scared?::Anthony 'Swoff' Swofford: Look, I'm twenty years old and I was dumb enough to sign a contract. I can hear their fucking bombs already. I can hear their bombs and I'm fucking scared, yeah.
Troy: Fuck politics. We're here. All the rest is bullshit.::All Marines: Yeah.
Anthony 'Swoff' Swofford: [voice over narration] Every war is different, every war is the same.
Kruger: [after being offered nuts on an airplane] Are these warm nuts?::Stewardess: No, I believe they're room temperature.::Kruger: [takes the nuts] Well, maybe later you can come and warm up my nuts.::Stewardess: You know, I don't really like the little ones.
Sgt. Siek: Will you shut the fuck up! There is no bugle program! You sizzle-dick motherfucker! Who do you think you are, some kind of Kenny G or some shit?::Anthony 'Swoff' Swofford: No, Staff Sergeant.::Sgt. Siek: Good.
Anthony 'Swoff' Swofford: [the Doors' "Break on Through" being played on a flying by helicopter] That's Vietnam music... can't we get our own music?
Cortez: I'm the midget, huh? Let's go you squishy-faced retard!::Fowler: [dead serious] Don't you ever call me squishy-face!
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Taboo! Down in the wadi, in a wooden box, as the Bedouins told, is a dangerous animal. Superstition, the tourist says: we must catch it! Oh no, the Bedouins cry: dangerous! If you are so afraid about it, why don't you take a handgranate? And fate takes its way...
Keywords: 1930s, arab, arabian, arrest, blackout, camel, campfire, desert, destiny, explosion
An enlightened cosmopolitan ends up in a wooden box in the Sahara!
Plot
Anthony "Swoff" Swofford, a Camus-reading kid from Sacramento, enlists in the Marines in the late 1980s. He malingers during boot camp, but makes it through as a sniper, paired with the usually-reliable Troy. The Gulf War breaks out, and his unit goes to Saudi Arabia for Desert Shield. After 175 days of boredom, adrenaline, heat, worry about his girlfriend finding someone else, losing it and nearly killing a mate, demotion, latrine cleaning, faulty gas masks, and desert football, Desert Storm begins. In less than five days, it's over, but not before Swoff sees burned bodies, flaming oil derricks, an oil-drenched horse, and maybe a chance at killing. Where does all the testosterone go?
Keywords: 1980s, 1990s, accidental-killing, african-american, airplane, airplane-stewardess, american-football, american-soldier, anti-war, anus
Every man fights his own war.
Welcome To The Suck
[repeated line]::Troy: Welcome to The Suck.
Sgt. Siek: [looking at Oil Fires] I could be working with my brother right now. He's got a dry-wall business in Compton. Does the inside of office buildings; you know, the metal studs. I could be his partner, said he'd give me that brand new Dodge Ram Charger. You know, the 318 Magnum? The beast? All indoor work, too, lots of AC. I could sleep with my wife every night, fuck her, maybe; take my kids to school every morning. And I'd run his crews, too, probably increase productivity 40 to 50%. Make $100K a year. Do you know why I don't? Because I love this job. I thank God for every fucking day he gives me in the corps, oorah.
D.I. Fitch: What the fuck are you even doing here?::Anthony 'Swoff' Swofford: Sir, I got lost on the way to college, sir.
Reporter: Are you scared?::Anthony 'Swoff' Swofford: Look, I'm twenty years old and I was dumb enough to sign a contract. I can hear their fucking bombs already. I can hear their bombs and I'm fucking scared, yeah.
Troy: Fuck politics. We're here. All the rest is bullshit.::All Marines: Yeah.
Anthony 'Swoff' Swofford: [voice over narration] Every war is different, every war is the same.
Kruger: [after being offered nuts on an airplane] Are these warm nuts?::Stewardess: No, I believe they're room temperature.::Kruger: [takes the nuts] Well, maybe later you can come and warm up my nuts.::Stewardess: You know, I don't really like the little ones.
Sgt. Siek: Will you shut the fuck up! There is no bugle program! You sizzle-dick motherfucker! Who do you think you are, some kind of Kenny G or some shit?::Anthony 'Swoff' Swofford: No, Staff Sergeant.::Sgt. Siek: Good.
Anthony 'Swoff' Swofford: [the Doors' "Break on Through" being played on a flying by helicopter] That's Vietnam music... can't we get our own music?
Cortez: I'm the midget, huh? Let's go you squishy-faced retard!::Fowler: [dead serious] Don't you ever call me squishy-face!
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Young French officer Augustin Robert escorts artist Jean-Michel Venture de Paradis to Egypt during Napoleon's Egyptian campaign. Napoleon sent de Paradis to record Egypt's great monuments and temples that are destroyed by French soldiers in acts of barbarism. During combat, Augustin and Jean-Michel are separated from their regiment, and they start wandering through the desert fighting for their life. In one of the canyons Augustin meets a leopard he names Simoom and a strange bond between them appears.
Keywords: 1790s, animal, animal-attack, ant, antelope, arab, arm-amputation, army, army-officer, artist
What nature divides, the spirit unites.
Augustin Robert: You can't get lost in Egypt; there's The Nile, and there's the sea.
Plot
Young French officer Augustin Robert escorts artist Jean-Michel Venture de Paradis to Egypt during Napoleon's Egyptian campaign. Napoleon sent de Paradis to record Egypt's great monuments and temples that are destroyed by French soldiers in acts of barbarism. During combat, Augustin and Jean-Michel are separated from their regiment, and they start wandering through the desert fighting for their life. In one of the canyons Augustin meets a leopard he names Simoom and a strange bond between them appears.
Keywords: 1790s, animal, animal-attack, ant, antelope, arab, arm-amputation, army, army-officer, artist
What nature divides, the spirit unites.
Augustin Robert: You can't get lost in Egypt; there's The Nile, and there's the sea.
It's the happiest, wackiest, zaniest comedy you'll ever see! [UK]
A Wild Whirl of Wacky Fun!
Sakalakis: [looking at bench] Rimsky, in for Korsakoff!
It's the happiest, wackiest, zaniest comedy you'll ever see! [UK]
A Wild Whirl of Wacky Fun!
Sakalakis: [looking at bench] Rimsky, in for Korsakoff!
It's the happiest, wackiest, zaniest comedy you'll ever see! [UK]
A Wild Whirl of Wacky Fun!
Sakalakis: [looking at bench] Rimsky, in for Korsakoff!
Is it time to accept
Is it time to smile and rest
Is that all there is
Is it time to believe
In a theory of destinies
If it's true that the end
is nothing but
"this"
I trust it
Time to say "I'm only human"
You think it might be too late
But it's never even been time
Realize now that the ice
is meant to melt
And no one feels sorry
For the good times
Is it time to accept
Shall we smile and rest
Is it meant to be like this
If it's meant to be like this
Where has it gone again?
There was something beautiful
That I can't spot
Anymore
You say "everything's the same"
Guess I must have been shadowboxing
I hope you don't mind if I fade out here
For a little while
The music will not end
Before my pain has stopped
So I'll keep dancing
Keep dancing on my own
I'll keep dancing
All alone
Untill you notice
Something's lost in us
And the music will not end
Before your pain has stopped!
So we'll keep dancing
Keep dancing by ourselves
I'll keep dancing
Keep dancing
You'll keep dancing
Keep dancing
Uncernerned
Untill you notice
Land of dust
I have slept with your lullaby
Dreaming of hope and trust
Oh how meaningless even the thought of it
How absurd the idea of the pain of longing
When the whole world is struggling
We trade our times
We're selling minds
That's the newest trend
To survive
(Will you survive?)
Do you have something to complain?
Do you dare to mention your personal pain?
Don't you see that the whole world's gone insane?
Ain't it nice to suffer a comfortable pain!
Centuries of thoughts
Medecines for any of your moods
From "upset" to "regret"
Everthing is set
To serve you comfortable pain
Do you have something to complain?
Do you dare to mention your personal pain?
Don't you see that the whole world's gone in-
Do you have something to complain?
Do you dare to mention your personal pain?
Don't you see that the whole world's gone in-
Do you have something to complain?
Do you dare to mention your personal pain?
Dont't you see that the whole world's gone insane?