Imazighen de Beni Mellal
I love it, even I don't understand all, I am Amazighan of Rabat !
I love it, even I don't understand all, I am Amazighan of Rabat !
Shortly after putting down in Casablanca I met Soaud, my wife, and we boarded a train to Marrakesh. About an hour into our trip we were joined by an exhausted looking Arab man.
Even in a country as European as Morocco, a white dude and a Berber girl holding hands isn’t always kosher. The man nodded at me, and said something in Arabic. Soaud explained that I was her husband — an American Muslim.
He smiled, and produced a large box of cookies. For our marriage, he said, from his family in Libya. His name was Saied and he was a refugee from Sirte, Colonel Gadaffi’s hometown and the site of his frantic and unsuccessful last stand.
Saied said I was a pretty cool...