Saisam trunk, the bride trunk
( a trunk used to be given to newly married brides in Hijaz region)
I once asked my mother about my grandmother special trunk, the one that every bride used to have when...
« In my city we used to see all kinds of people...Nothing different but the language they speak and the clothes they wear. But colors and looks are the same, so many, so different that you don't see the difference anymore. » —Hanaa Hijazi, I live in Jeddah
Saisam trunk, the bride trunk ( a trunk used to be given to newly married brides in Hijaz region) I once asked my mother about my grandmother special trunk, the one that every bride used to have when... media_text
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