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The column ‘Are Bahraini dates more than just a ritual?’ published in the GDN (Feb 15) set me thinking.
Perhaps this question itself explains why we have gradually destroyed these trees in the name of development, creating what is now commonly referred to as a concrete jungle.
I once lived just a few yards away from the old Juffair bus stop. From 1982 to 1989, with very rare exceptions, I used to jog every afternoon from the Juffair traffic signal towards the Marina Club. Along this entire stretch – from the Juffair signal to just a few yards before the Gulf Hotel traffic signal – there stood a vast, walled garden densely populated with date trees. Today, that space has been transformed into a large market. On the left-hand side, there was also an extensive, dry jungle-like area filled with date palms. For many years, I witnessed a thick population of date trees in front of the British Council and in several other places, if memory has not failed me.
Sadly, all of this has disappeared over time.
Muhammad
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