Frida Kahlo Self Portrait with Monkeys painting

Frida Kahlo Self Portrait with Monkeys paintingFrida Kahlo Self Portrait with Cropped Hair paintingFrida Kahlo Self Portrait 1940 painting
Jahilia has been built in a series of rough circles, its houses spreading outwards from the House of the Black Stone, approximately in rank. Abu Simbel's palace is in the first circle, the innermost ring; he makes his way down one of the rambling, windy radial roads, past the city's many seers who, in return for pilgrim money, are chirping, cooing, hissing, possessed variously by djinnis of birds, beasts, snakes. A sorceress, failing for a moment to look up, squats in his path: "Want to capture a girlic's heart, my dear? Want an enemy under your thumb? Try me out; try my little knots!" And raises, dangles a knotty rope, ensnarer of human lives -- but, seeing now to whom she speaks, lets fall her disappointed arm and slinks away, mumbling, into sand.
Everywhere, noise and elbows. Poets stand on boxes and declaim while pilgrims throw coins at their feet. Some bards speak rajaz verses, their four--syllable metre suggested, according to legend, by the walking pace of the camel; others speak the qasidah, poems of wayward mistresses, desert adventure, the hunting of the onager. In a day or so it will be time