Where I live Najar abu Ramadan is still a farming village, all be'it new villas are being built further down the canal.
We have had 6 tractors for years here working all over the west bank night and day.
Sheep are herded daily, parseem and donkeys abound as do horses and turo o cycles.
The kids and dogs play in the street and men train their horses to dance.
And of course in the winter we have the early evening parade of horses and tourist riders.
But with all the money about and mecanisation, everyone seems quite happy even the visiting beggar.
Our descendants swooped down off the mountain and as was there trade and built villages of the now drained land.
'The then government pretty damn quickly introduced some land acts, everybody pays a yearly minimum land tax.
Our village is one family from a mountain village name of Armen or Armin, never could find out.
Everybody here is related accepting me, the acceptable 'hawadga'...
Our street then:

The 'ice-cream seller
And now;

'That's the same lamp-post,
The street also allows a bypass of the Police Checkpoint, which explains many things..
Ps: Even this village earns from the tourist industry, when the wind blows from the NW,
50 or more balloons land in the fields and the farmers charge for crop damage.
So tourism in Luxor is making everybody rich, I'm happy to have helped in that respect.
It's called the trickle down effect...