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By Kobi Ben-Simhon
The astonishing rate of deafness among the Al-Sayed tribe has its historical reasons, but is the State of Israel doing enough for them?
The bus sometimes arrives late. Standing at the side of an unpaved dirt road without a sidewalk, their schoolbags on their backs, the children keep themselves busy with conversations carried out with quick hand movements, touching one another in order to grab attention. Occasionally one of them utters an unclear sound. One girl repeatedly gathers up her hair and ties it with a red rubber band. Next to them pass the ordinary children, who are continuing on to the village school. One group walks, the other waits for the special bus to pick them up.
Nobody here gets upset by the sad sight. Every morning, 60 deaf-mute children gather at several points in the village of the Al-Sayed tribe in the northern Negev. It's an ordinary morning, like all the others. More and more good-looking children, a seemingly endless number, continue to stream to the pick-up site. Everyone in the area is familiar with the special beauty of the tribe's children. Abed al-Aziz al-Sayed, a heavy machinery operator, is proud of his beautiful children. This morning he is sending three deaf youngsters to school: Hussan, Mohammed and little Shuruk. The blue-eyed father, who is also deaf, bids them farewell; at home Abdullah, a hearing-impaired infant, is still asleep. Al-Sayed is always smiling beneath his thick mustache. In the village they say that God took his hearing from him and gave him joy and eyes filled with the sea. The bus cuts across the village. The waiting children board quickly: Some of them are going to the special school in Be'er Sheva, the others to a regular school in Tel Sheva.
Fears before the wedding
In the Al-Sayed Bedouin tribe, which numbers about 3,000 people, there are over 150 people who are congenitally deaf. That rate is 50 times the overall world average (5 percent as compared to 0.1 percent). Most of the members of the tribe live in an unrecognized village south of Hura.
Toward evening, the landscape is soothing to the eyes. On a drive from Be'er Sheva in the direction of Arad, dozens of flocks of sheep wander on the yellow plains accompanied by barefoot shepherds. Opposite the high-tech center in Omer, which is designed with blue mirrors, one flock lingers at the side of the road, as though deliberating whether to cross to the other side. On the radio, an announcer with a deep voice invites the listeners for a medical checkup at a private institute in Ramat Aviv. The wind picks up as sunset approaches.
Salman al-Sayed lives among exhausted olive trees. There are no electricity lines and water pipes here. There isn't a single paved road, but Israeli flags wave above several houses in the village. Salman has a dozen children, three of them deaf: two daughters aged 18 and 20, and a 10-year-old son.
"I had fears before the wedding," he says. "We knew that there's a problem in our tribe, and that there was a chance that we would have deaf children, but the truth is that 20 years ago there was little awareness. I didn't take the possibility seriously, at the time everything was from God." He strokes his thin beard with one hand, and after a short silence continues. "I had to deal with it. I expected everything to be okay, but three deaf children were born. What can you do? Throw them away? I had to take care of them, to give them whatever I can."
It's not easy. Even now the younger son doesn't know sign language. The daily routine has given rise to a rudimentary, private sign language used by members of the family. That's how they manage among themselves; that's how most of the village communicates with the deaf.
"There's no question that it's frustrating," says Salman al-Sayed, who makes a living as a security guard. "I have never managed to have a real conversation with my young son, and apparently won't be able to do so; we have only bits and pieces. It hurts. Once I saw in an Egyptian film how they teach deaf children to speak - they showed how a teacher sits with a deaf child and teaches him to speak. It's possible, the tools exist, especially in an advanced country like ours, but because they didn't help us to take care of our children, in addition to being deaf they're also mute. They blurt out sounds. My son doesn't even know sign language. Instead of setting up a special class in the village, they send them to schools that don't have enough resources. I think if they would just save the cost of the buses every morning, they could organize a class for our children that would help them progress."
His deaf daughter Ismain, 20, thanks God that she studied in a school outside the Bedouin "diaspora." She's satisfied, she doesn't complain about her situation, not even for a moment or implicitly. Her face is serious, concentrated; occasionally she smiles shyly, waits for her father to translate her words, and then continues.
"I, as opposed to my little brother, learned how to read and write Hebrew in school," she explains, with elaborate hand movements. "Unlike my brother," her father translates her gestures, "I know sign language. I meet with the deaf girls in the village, and it's easy for us to talk among ourselves. I talk to other girls in the family by writing; we sit next to one another and pass paper and a pen back and forth."
She continues to "talk," cutting the air with her hands, and her father's voice hurries to keep up: "In terms of family, we fit in very well and find the ways to express our opinion. One of the things that's important to me today is my marriage. I won't have any real problem finding a groom, but there is little awareness of the issue of deafness. I will insist on finding a suitable groom, so that we won't have deaf children."
By Kobi Ben-Simhon
The astonishing rate of deafness among the Al-Sayed tribe has its historical reasons, but is the State of Israel doing enough for them?
The bus sometimes arrives late. Standing at the side of an unpaved dirt road without a sidewalk, their schoolbags on their backs, the children keep themselves busy with conversations carried out with quick hand movements, touching one another in order to grab attention. Occasionally one of them utters an unclear sound. One girl repeatedly gathers up her hair and ties it with a red rubber band. Next to them pass the ordinary children, who are continuing on to the village school. One group walks, the other waits for the special bus to pick them up.
Nobody here gets upset by the sad sight. Every morning, 60 deaf-mute children gather at several points in the village of the Al-Sayed tribe in the northern Negev. It's an ordinary morning, like all the others. More and more good-looking children, a seemingly endless number, continue to stream to the pick-up site. Everyone in the area is familiar with the special beauty of the tribe's children. Abed al-Aziz al-Sayed, a heavy machinery operator, is proud of his beautiful children. This morning he is sending three deaf youngsters to school: Hussan, Mohammed and little Shuruk. The blue-eyed father, who is also deaf, bids them farewell; at home Abdullah, a hearing-impaired infant, is still asleep. Al-Sayed is always smiling beneath his thick mustache. In the village they say that God took his hearing from him and gave him joy and eyes filled with the sea. The bus cuts across the village. The waiting children board quickly: Some of them are going to the special school in Be'er Sheva, the others to a regular school in Tel Sheva.
Fears before the wedding
In the Al-Sayed Bedouin tribe, which numbers about 3,000 people, there are over 150 people who are congenitally deaf. That rate is 50 times the overall world average (5 percent as compared to 0.1 percent). Most of the members of the tribe live in an unrecognized village south of Hura.
Toward evening, the landscape is soothing to the eyes. On a drive from Be'er Sheva in the direction of Arad, dozens of flocks of sheep wander on the yellow plains accompanied by barefoot shepherds. Opposite the high-tech center in Omer, which is designed with blue mirrors, one flock lingers at the side of the road, as though deliberating whether to cross to the other side. On the radio, an announcer with a deep voice invites the listeners for a medical checkup at a private institute in Ramat Aviv. The wind picks up as sunset approaches.
Salman al-Sayed lives among exhausted olive trees. There are no electricity lines and water pipes here. There isn't a single paved road, but Israeli flags wave above several houses in the village. Salman has a dozen children, three of them deaf: two daughters aged 18 and 20, and a 10-year-old son.
"I had fears before the wedding," he says. "We knew that there's a problem in our tribe, and that there was a chance that we would have deaf children, but the truth is that 20 years ago there was little awareness. I didn't take the possibility seriously, at the time everything was from God." He strokes his thin beard with one hand, and after a short silence continues. "I had to deal with it. I expected everything to be okay, but three deaf children were born. What can you do? Throw them away? I had to take care of them, to give them whatever I can."
It's not easy. Even now the younger son doesn't know sign language. The daily routine has given rise to a rudimentary, private sign language used by members of the family. That's how they manage among themselves; that's how most of the village communicates with the deaf.
"There's no question that it's frustrating," says Salman al-Sayed, who makes a living as a security guard. "I have never managed to have a real conversation with my young son, and apparently won't be able to do so; we have only bits and pieces. It hurts. Once I saw in an Egyptian film how they teach deaf children to speak - they showed how a teacher sits with a deaf child and teaches him to speak. It's possible, the tools exist, especially in an advanced country like ours, but because they didn't help us to take care of our children, in addition to being deaf they're also mute. They blurt out sounds. My son doesn't even know sign language. Instead of setting up a special class in the village, they send them to schools that don't have enough resources. I think if they would just save the cost of the buses every morning, they could organize a class for our children that would help them progress."
His deaf daughter Ismain, 20, thanks God that she studied in a school outside the Bedouin "diaspora." She's satisfied, she doesn't complain about her situation, not even for a moment or implicitly. Her face is serious, concentrated; occasionally she smiles shyly, waits for her father to translate her words, and then continues.
"I, as opposed to my little brother, learned how to read and write Hebrew in school," she explains, with elaborate hand movements. "Unlike my brother," her father translates her gestures, "I know sign language. I meet with the deaf girls in the village, and it's easy for us to talk among ourselves. I talk to other girls in the family by writing; we sit next to one another and pass paper and a pen back and forth."
She continues to "talk," cutting the air with her hands, and her father's voice hurries to keep up: "In terms of family, we fit in very well and find the ways to express our opinion. One of the things that's important to me today is my marriage. I won't have any real problem finding a groom, but there is little awareness of the issue of deafness. I will insist on finding a suitable groom, so that we won't have deaf children."