Flower tectonic fire "Taboona" to feed the passersby golden

Najeej Al - Zoghoudi - Kairouan

In the middle of a shop, like a poor beggar, on the bank of the road west of the city of Kairouan, Tunisia, her hand wrapped in cloth in the flame, and then go out golden loaves danced before swallowing it.

In front of this ramshackle shop with wood that allows the sun and air to enter, the 50-year-old woman receives a passing dabuci flower with her hand-baked bread, deliciously hot, after she has prepared it in an oven on the side of the road.

A flower hut
One of the dozens of primitive huts scattered on the road, in each hut a woman is busy at least preparing the bread in a cylindrical clay stove that emits a fire like a crater.

Eight years ago, Zahra continues her daily work of making bread - as the Kairouan people call it - to learn how to make bread in her family's home during her childhood, turning her kitchen into a career and livelihood for the family.

Fire protector
Despite the dangers of the high-speed roadway, which recorded many fatal accidents, her hard work and the stinging flames; she found a flower other than feeding travelers her hot bread to support her poor family.

Women start working from the early hours of the cold, dark dawn. Before feeding their children's breakfasts, prepare the dough flower, mix the flour and leave the dough until it is brewed.

With the first beam of the bright winter sun, the flame of the oven is heated to warm some of the wood, so the wood can be turned into a raisin, and the oven is ready to receive the dough.

Dough Disks
The dough is picked up in a quick movement, like the magician's movements, between her hands swollen from the heat of the embers, soaking them in water and then putting them on the inside of the oven wall to get her share of the fire.

In the oven, there are circular loops arranged by a flower, carefully and carefully, facing the flame of the fire with a lid attached to the head cover and a cloth wrapped in her hand.

The cloud of black smoke leaves its traces between its wrinkles, obscures the glint of her eyes, which are silent in life's preoccupations, and mingles with her stray imagination in the case of children and their uniforms after returning from school.

Food travelers
Passengers stand in front of the shacks waiting to win the first batch of gold discs to be delivered to the belly of the furnace, following the movements of women and bending their backs and the reflection of spark plugs in their eyes.

Alongside the passers-by, a large number of Kairouan residents are seeking to sell the tabloid in the far side of the city, to win the loaves of bread cooked in wood kilns leisurely and naturally.

The passers-by do not argue with the price of the loaf (400 milligrams per loaf, ie, six dollars), while the profit is greater when selling the bread loaf stuffed with a piece of boiled cheese and eggs (1500 millimes, half a dollar).

After a long and hard day, women earn between 10 and 20 dinars (4-8 dollars), according to what was promoted from bread, and the expense of flour, wood and other expenses.

Delicate mode
Despite the high prices of raw materials of semolina, oil and wood, the manual bread industry continues to provide a livelihood for dozens of poor households belonging to the Houmi olive district, the most densely populated and impoverished neighborhood of Kairouan.

The loss of flour is more likely to be caused by the rise in the price of the flour, because of the monopoly of the well-known candy vendors, who supply large amounts of it for the New Year celebrations, as well as the tendency to pack the bulk flour.

The scarcity of flour has encouraged wholesalers to monopolize or display flour in commercial spaces in double-kilogram bags, which threatens Naima's fortunes and dozens of families selling strawberry bread.

Bactericidal bites
For years, Zahra has been using her daughter after graduating from the university to share her work, ease the burden and accompany her in good times. The university daughter surrendered to her mother's profession after losing her job.

The bungalows hide out university graduates, one of whom graduated 10 years ago and married and continued to sell bread along the road with her mother to help her husband support her disabled child.

Some girls hide their shyness from working in the street, and others want to defeat the harsh conditions by showing their adornment. Their soft hands fail to pull out the smoke and the bites of the embers, while the male brothers watch the scene from afar.

Among the women working with a master's degree in law, she was forced to compensate her sick mother in her shop instead of being in a luxury office, which prevented her from appearing.

Fire on fire
The women were persuaded to set up concrete stalls equipped to sell bread, as part of a social project against the removal of huts for environmental and traffic reasons, but the exclusion of the beneficiaries in seventy families angered the excluded and insisted on boycotting it.

The fire of the confusion has subsided recently, and the fire of the furnace has subsided overnight after a decision by the Accounting Department (the judicial oversight body) to freeze the project after 17 booths were completed due to suspicion of corruption in the works.

Remove the cottage
The removal of a flower hut in which she will hate her will deprive her wealthy family, including a disabled girl, of her sole source of livelihood, deepening her suffering and her difficult social status in the face of rising consumer prices.

She and other women hope to find government welfare and jobs for their children and husbands, as unemployment rates rise to 15.8 percent more than the national average before contemplating the removal of bitter bread ovens.