There’s a new travel article by someone who spent some time with the Aït Atta (see C. Becker’s mention of them about halfway down), an Amazigh tribe from our region. My husband’s brother married an Aït Atta girl last summer, and they’re notable for their bravery and fighting skills – re: the Battle of Bougafer in 1933.
Isabel Choat with the Aït Atta
Don’t miss the audio report!
Oh God, I miss home.
In an update to the story posted by Morocco Report:
Associated Press – June 14, 2007 5:25 PM ET
WASHINGTON (AP) – After two years of inaction, US immigration authorities have approved a request for the 3-year-old son of a US citizen to emigrate from Morocco and join his family in Virginia.
yada yada yada….
The decision to approve the application came a day after the Associated Press and other media detailed the Boujrads’ plight.
I love this old song, but only because I like to imagine it’s about me – ok, it would be ‘LiLi Twila‘ , but close enough!
Article here.
Lyrics in English:
Let not the wind into your tresses or I will go into the wind
Let not seduction be your way or I will loose mine
Drink not with any old contender or I will drown in pain
Savor not your wine or I will turn red in sobriety
Lock not your hair or I will be locked in remorse
Twist not your hair or I will get twisted
Become not the rival’s friend or I will become mad with rivalry
Feel not for others or I will cease to feel
Open your face and I won’t need a flower
Stand tall and I won’t need the air of heights
Paint not the town red or I will shed blood for tears
Cherish not the other’s company or I will perish
Steal not the limelight or all light will leave me
Ogle not or I will melt beneath your gaze
Be kind to this poor suitor and come to my aid
For me not to appeal to the Messenger
Hafez will never turn away from you
For he became free the day he was entrapped by you.
Hamou and I really love shopping at World Market – ok, him, not as much, but he tolerates it, which is saying something. They have a whole section of foods from various countries, like Manner wafers (made by a branch of my family in Austria!), all kinds of Japanese candy, Devon Custard/Spotted Dick, etc…
In their ethnic cooking area, we found a line of foods called ‘Al Fez,’ made by First Quality Foods in Bristol. After cracking up a little bit, we decided to get the “Moroccan Style Dinner Kit.” You know, it wasn’t really Moroccan, but it wasn’t bad, either. I had to explain to the co-chef that his suggestions of “adding more ???? and ????” defeated the whole purpose of a KIT, but after we got past that, we dug in.
