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“As I listened I thought once again how precarious was the existence of the Bedu. Their way of life naturally made them fatalists; so much was beyond their control. It was impossible for them to provide for a morrow when everything depended on a chance fall of rain or when raiders, sickness, or any one of a hundred chance happenings might at any time leave them destitute, or end their lives. They did what they could, and no people were more self-reliant, but if things went wrong they accepted their fate without bitterness, and with dignity as the will of God.”

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Wilfred Thesiger
Wilfred Thesiger

Wilfred Thesiger, a British writer and explorer, was born on June 3, 1910, and passed away on August 24, 2003. He is renowned for his in-depth exploration of the deserts of the Arabian Peninsula and his respect for the local cultures. more

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