It is difficult not to think about marriage in Rabat when so many people are trying to assist me in finding my future husband.
Tonight, I went to a marriage party, and I was asked what I was looking for in the man of my dreams. After giving everyone in the room the gory details, an attractive fellow appeared who had many of the hoped for qualities on my list.
In fact, I am going out for coffee with him tomorrow but- and this is an important but- I do not want to marry him!
I have heard many men in the country say this about their wives; I CHOSE HER. For men, it is important to know that they have taken the active role and selected their mate, but- the second important but- I feel the same way.
The thought of giving up my freedom has never been an easy one to contain inside my head, and I still am not certain if marriage is the path I want to walk.
I do know with certainty; however, that I want to say;
I CHOSE HIM!
An on-line brainstorm where I dabble in the thought process of day-to-day life and respond to much of what I read and observe around me. Pull up a chair and join me for a cup of brewed ideas.
Sunday, November 18, 2007
Sunday, November 11, 2007
Alone Time: privacy is culturally defined
Wow! I have the house to myself for a few sacred hours; the first time this has happened since I arrived in Maroc. I miss Taha, the 4 year-old bundle of energy, just a little bit. That kid mocks my pronunciation of Arabic and makes crazy faces while he does it. When he makes fun of me, I can hear where I went wrong, and I have to laugh at myself too.
Taha is also the light policeman. Electricity here is expensive, and I freely admit that I sometimes forget to shut off the lights. With Taha around, I always have a mini patrolman who helps me see the error of my ways.
Taha is also the light policeman. Electricity here is expensive, and I freely admit that I sometimes forget to shut off the lights. With Taha around, I always have a mini patrolman who helps me see the error of my ways.
Taha in the Potty
The Perfect Photo of the Perfect Boy on the Pot
We spent one week in Meknes, and as we were preparing to leave by train for Fes, I caught site of Taha on the potty clutching his blue car tightly in his hand. I snapped a photo of him and told him that I would delete it if he wanted me to do that. Taha told me to take another and made this spectacular face for me. Only kids!
Photo to follow soon: I had a problem with the upload
Tuesday, November 06, 2007
Taha
Olives
Monday, November 05, 2007
The Berber Wedding in Imlil, Maroc
Sunday, November 04, 2007
Friday, November 02, 2007
Salut
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