I woke up on al-Eid and the Oued Aggai was running red with the blood of all the sheep that had already been killed upstream and we had to get ready to go to Hanane’s parents place where I met her two older brothers for the first time. To my surprise, I liked them both. Driss and Isau are nice guys and it’s hard to mesh that with the stories of Hanane’s youth where they stole her money, stole her phone, and beat her.
Given those stories, I wouldn’t have been surprised if they would have been a couple of thugs who wanted to kill me. They were mellow though. Driss is married to a jumbo sized Arab woman and they have a four month old son. Isau works in textiles and is married to Fatma-Zahira, who is pregnant with their first child.
Together with their father, we killed three sheep. Then we dressed them out by skinning and pulling all the organs out. Then the women cleaned the organs and we all sat down to eat sheep liver, sheep lungs, sheep heart, and sheep intestines on the roof where Khadija cooked everything. Of course the rest of the family was there. Fouad, Samira, Amin, Fatima, Zahira, Mohammad, and Miriam, Mohammads sister in law.
Fouad had a blowout with the whole family for some reason and probably ran away from home again. Stupid boy, he ran away before eating. Eat first, then go. I joined the family in the living room for tea and cookies and then I left.
Isau decided to walk with me to my house in the Casbah. I’m not entirely certain why. Maybe it was because he wants to be friends, maybe it was because he wanted to see where I live, maybe it was because he wanted to sort of feel me out and get a gist of my intentions. Probably all of the above.
Frankly, Moroccan holidays and special events are incredibly boring to me. The killing of this sheep wasn’t too different from when we killed one on the Prophet’s birthday, I will spare you more bloody photos, but if you want to see them, you can check out