Chapter Thirty-Five
The Cry
A Zaghareet is the celebration cry of a belly dancer and has the ability to break an eardrum.
The organist began Neil Diamond’s “Cherry Cherry” as the offering plate was passed around. I took one last look about for Mavis. I could not believe that she had missed her own mother’s funeral. It was so not like her, and I was beginning to feel like something terrible had happened when a Zaghareet blasted through the air.
The organist stopped mid “Cherry Cherry” as the offering plate crashed to the floor. Everyone apart from the teenager still wearing earphones turned to see who was screaming like a banshee.
“What the hell was that,” muttered the old lady beside me.
“The cry of a belly dancer,” sighed Lumpy.
“Yalla yalla hey…” echoed again.
I knew that cry any
