Thanks to International Labor Day, since getting back on Sunday I have taught a grand total of 8.5 hours of English, which is alright with me. Since I couldn't think of anything better to write, I've recycled a number of my best Moroccan interactions of the last 6 months for the benefit of those who may not assiduously follow my facebook. Aka, these are for the Grandmoms!
little neighbor girl: Mimoun you're looking very white ever since coming back from Rabat
Me: I know, I wasn't allowed to leave the hotel for a week so I didn't see the sun
little neighbor girl: I'll tell all the girls in the town who want to marry to come to this house, they like white colored-people like you
Me: Godwilling I'll come back here for a haircut in the future
Young barber: Come anytime
Old barber: or just come back to sit and talk
Me: Thanks bizeff. What are your names?
Young barber: We are Moroccans. So he's Mohammed, I'm mohammed, everybody's Mohammed.
@Moroccan girl's house
Moroccan girl: Oh and I love this excellent show WWE Raw.
Me: really? wrestling?
Moroccan girl: yes and my mom loves it too
Me (to the mom): who's your favorite wrestler?
Old Moroccan lady: Big Show
6:30 pm, outside the youth center with my Moroccan boss and his bro abdelatif
me: (pointing at moon) What's the word for when the moon is like that [a sliver]?
Abdelatif: Hillel my friend
me: Oh cool, what about when it's more than half?
Abdelatif: That's Badr, we say Badr.
Abdelatif: Badr is also the word for a woman's sex.
Abdelatif: oh sorry, not the whole thing, just the top (makes inappropriate tongue movements)
Abdelatif (to my boss): oh whoops, look at the time, I have to go pray.
@my youth center
7 pm. Annoying lady in her 30s has been talking loudly in the Youth House for a while, including trying to make me feel like shit for not being Muslim. I leave. While outside getting on my bike I talk to Mohamed the security guard through one of the windows as he's sitting, drinking tea and shelling peas.
Me: I have to go. I have a headache. That woman just talks and talks and talks
Mohamed: Yes, she doesn't have a man/husband.
Mohamed: If she had a man and she were out this late [makes hand motion that indicates beating somebody]
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