Bisar (known today as bisara), as eaten in rural areas, gives the author another opportunity to ridicule the peasant, ‘then the peasant ends up looking like a swollen water-skin’, he and his wife go to bed on top of the oven, ‘and the flatulence goes around and around in their bellies and erupts like a hurricane, and this serves as their incense all night long’.
For more, see Sami Zubaida's article 'Confounding the Brain' from Rawi magazine's Issue 10 available online (link in details).