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Yemen clings to khat at cost of water, health

For many, chewing khat makes Yemen’s heat, poverty, rebellions, terrorist attacks, power outages, Islamic fatwas and political turmoil bearable. Khat is the nation’s most lucrative crop, but it could also be its demise, sapping resources and resulting in countless hours of lost productiv

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SANAA, Yemen — Lithe men with ladders fan through the grove in the morning light. They joke and taunt. Hands quick in grit and shadow, they harvest the narcotic leaves that set this unsettled nation pleasantly abuzz in the lost hours between midafternoon and dusk.

The men stack and bundle khat, a stubborn, flowering plant that can grow tree-high. The crop is hauled to market on trucks, motorcycles and the backs of boys who scurry along ragged roadsides, where girls, all but their eyes hidden by veils, pretend not to watch before vanishing in the dust.

“I’ve been in this grove as long as I’ve known myself,” said Ibrahim Atheq, who says he’s 23, but the lines around his eyes and the raised veins on his hands betray him. He rustles a branch and the air fills with ashen specks that glisten like strange snow.

“No pesticides,” said Walid Khamesh, his voice drifting down from a treetop. “Just sand and sun and water six months before we harvest. That’s what makes the best khat.”

This nation has long been defined by a flash of green at the tip of a stem. For many, chewing khat makes Yemen’s heat, poverty, rebellions, terrorist attacks, power outages, Islamic fatwas and political turmoil bearable. It calms at first. But its stimulant qualities kick in and suddenly men with leaves bulging in their cheekslaunch into talking jags, full of opinions and viewing the world with a restless clarity that eludes them in the non-khat hours.

“It is our beer, our drug,” said one man, spitting out a sprig.

Khat is the nation’s most lucrative crop, but it could also be its demise, sapping resources and resulting in countless hours of lost productivity.

Environmentalists predict that this parched country on the rim of the Arabian Peninsula will run out of water by the end of the decade. Khat cultivation siphons about 40 percent of the water supply and deters the planting of other crops to feed a population that faces increasing malnutrition, according to the United Nations, in what is already the Arab world’s poorest state.

A campaign against khat began recently, including the founding of the Organization of Yemen Without Khat, which is pushing for a law to prohibit children from chewing the plant. A number of high-profile weddings have banned khat at receptions, leaving guests bewildered and a bit jittery amid tables of cakes and juices.

“I am anti-khat,” said Saddam Kamali, a newlywed. “I wanted my wedding to be free from this plant that costs our country time, money and health.”

He said those attending the ceremony “believed khat gives them the state of being old, gloomy and sad. This is the condition many Yemeni live in during the long hours of chewing. Without khat, one can laugh, but with khat one becomes enslaved by boredom.”

But in harsh lands, rituals offer repose. By 2 p.m., when the sun beats cruelly, anticipation builds in ancient alleys and in markets, where men bicker and bargain, stems and leaves flying, money counted, and boys, like understudy botanists, learn at the elbows of their fathers. New deliveries speed in from fields on the outskirts and orders echo from behind the tinted windows of tribal sheiks whose utility vehicles disappear in blurs of bodyguards and dust.

A loudspeaker in a minaret crackles; men and boys hurry beyond the grove and market, kicking off sandals, washing feet and faces, prostrating in the cool dim of the mosque. The preacher’s voice starts slow, his deep voice drawing the devout back to centuries past.

“The Prophet Muhammad left Mecca to Medina,” says the preacher, his voice rising and strong. “He was about to be assassinated. ... But he followed the order from God and God saved him.”

The sermon quiets the men. But after the service, in late afternoon, the men, bags of khat dangling alongside their traditional daggers, sit on cushions, chewing leaves, chain-smoking cigarettes and pondering matters less divine.

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