At this time, a meal at Larbi’s mother . I do not know  if it was a lunch or a dinner, all words are confused: we ate round 16h, a tagine of rooster to fall to the bottom, a profusion of preparations of greens, with rice, bread, do you wish to, right here.

The mother of Larbi we had obtained the Stone and me in 2014, as we got here again from Benin, and I had reminiscences of the treasures it was positioned on the desk with the air of not desirous about it.

And once more, as within the case of my pricey Khadija, nobody thinks to thank, to congratulate. It kills me.

We had been ten of us, crowded across the espresso desk, which was not sufficient to include all of the dishes. The mom, brother and two sisters Larbi, most clearly his spouse, Iman, together with her personal mom, after which additionally Touria, a neighbour with which Larbi and his pal Mehdi in a relationship of mockery completely inconceivable in my nation, and nonetheless just a few folks that I have not fairly understood who they had been.

Larbi and Imane have slightly lady of six months, which is named the Tidar (a reputation berber, which suggests “life” or “dwell”) and which is the thing of all attentions, the centre of all conversations, as is customary when a baby arrives first in a household.

It’s robust and delightful and in peace, this little lady is beloved past the sayable. I’m glad that it’s darkish on this noisy household, pulsating, in all probability tedious generally: it does really feel by no means alone.

not less than That is the grace that I want him, I, as a mortal stripped of all energy, and I do know that this may be achieved by the drive of issues.

But when I used to be a fairy in command of me lean over his cradle as in The sleeping magnificence, and of attributing to it qualities, I want him above all to have a head of mule. It takes, to make his means as a lady in Morocco. I all the time say that right here, if the boys cannot have a spouse, they’ve a donkey.

Then my little Tidar, be cussed.

Darkens, or refuses to go the place you do not wish to go. Do precisely what you need. Go, dwell, journey, discover and dare.

by no means allow you to say that you’re not succesful, or competent, or competent.

and Thou shalt make it, I hope, in reminiscence of your grand-mothers.

the Good life, my lovely Tidar.


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