Buhad, Aximses! (Hello)
Original: Azure into a forest
Buhajie, the gatekeeper of the courtyard of the dormitory building where we live, a Uyghur woman, looks about thirty-eight or nine years old, but we don't know how big it is, thin figure, dark skin, high nose bridge, big eyes, deep eye sockets, and the iconic square scarf of uyghur women on her head, living in the communication room next to the gate. Having a 3 year old son named Pattima was lovely.
Buhajie didn't know much Chinese, and when we first moved into that little courtyard, he was sitting in a small shed a few meters away from our building, and she looked at us in amazement, didn't talk to us, just showed a friendly smile. I said hello to her: "Hello! She smiled at me and said nothing, and I didn't know if she understood.
On the third day of our trip, one afternoon, I came back from the street, and she was washing clothes in the yard, using special soaps used by Uighurs and Kazakhs: mallet-shaped, light brown, smelly, made of mutton fat and butter, etc., and said to be very good at removing dirt. Seeing that she was doing laundry there very hard, I walked over to her and said something, "Are you doing laundry?" "I'll talk to her first.
She seemed to understand, nodded, and then she looked at us and spoke, "Where are you from?" What to do here? ”
It is in Uyghur Chinese, and each sentence is raised, which is very interesting to listen to.
"We're from Jiangsu." I replied to her, "What's your name?" I asked her in passing.
"Buhaja," she looked at me kindly, and said her name very carefully, and I listened to it twice before I remembered the homophone. She saw that I understood, nodded at me, and looked down to wash her clothes again.
It turned out that she knew very simple Chinese.
Later, we slowly learned more about her, she is the property manager of this yard, responsible for the doorman, cleaning, security. This courtyard is only our building, which is the family home of the town government, and the people living upstairs are all town government workers, all of whom are Uyghurs. They chatted in the yard every afternoon and we couldn't understand it.
Buhajie is a very responsible vigilante, especially looking at the bicycle, she prepared two iron chains, after dark all the bicycles were divided into two parts, worn with iron chains, when worn is not simply connected as we do, but the chains from the front wheel of each bicycle have to go around a circle, and finally in a hidden place to knot a dead button, in the morning she got up and then tirelessly opened one buckle, one buckle.
One day, I saw that it was really troublesome, so I said to her, "Don't you just look at the door?" ”
She looked at me, pointed to the courtyard wall, and said as she drew, "Thief, from here, yes!" ”
Oh, it's to prevent the thief from climbing over the wall, yes, I see the chain she put on, it's a professional thief, it takes 5 minutes to untie the chain, and it's very loud, so she can hear it in the communication room.
Uyghurs love to be clean, especially the hygiene of the ground, according to friends in Xinjiang, the ethnic minorities there are clean in their homes, the first thing the women do when they get up in the morning is to clean, I did see this from Buhajie, every morning, before we got up, we heard her sweeping the floor. Clean up the small yard.
Every day at work, I could see her there to pack up her things or wash her clothes, and several of us greeted her. She replied only one at a time: "How are you?" Always add a "mo" word, in her sense of language, the greeting is like this, we will also playfully say to her Uyghur language "Yaximses!" (Hello)
On the morning of our departure, we were carrying our luggage downstairs, and Buhajie happened to be standing in the courtyard, still looking at us curiously, and asked me, "Are you guys gone?" I said, "Yes, we're going back!" Goodbye! She stood there, waving her hand at us, nodding, no longer speaking, still watching with curiosity at the every move of several of us.
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