“They think you are Sikh!”
“The beard and head covering, you look like Sikh.” Jamaal said
“Well with my old ones, they thought I was a Muslim.”
If a Sikh has gone through the ‘Amrit Sanchar’, they are warriors.
It was a common ‘trope’ in old movies. The large, scary, bearded man, wearing a Turban, that rarely spoke, was always a Sikh.
Therefore I got very few ‘Ali Babas’.
Jamaal said “That is joke!”
“Yes” I said “Like Santa Claus or Father Christmas, I get it. Still funny as hell.”
I will post more photos of Chefchaouen (Shafshaywan) and Tangier later.
We are wore out.
I also recorded an ‘Afternoon Call to Prayer’ on video.
Pictures: our room in our ‘Riad’, walking around Tangier, Men Praying in a Mosque.
I wrote this about my dad last year I think, he passed in 2012. He had a sense of humor.
still firing on all synapses
growing up one of the worst things was,
having my dad roll his eyes back in his head,
cuz I did something stupid or something stupid I said,
today I like to think of him sitting in his urn,
in my mother's house, on a shelf, in her cozy living room,
with books and momentos that survived life's twists and turns,
he's there with my mom's parents and her older brother,
as far as I know my dad's side seemed to prefer,
to rest in eternal peace back inside the womb of mother earth,
and every time I or maybe someone on television,
says or does something that wasn't worth,
being seen or being heard,
there's my dad's eyeballs sitting atop his ashes,
rolling back as if he's still firing on all synapses,
having survived the crematorium's flame,
without a scratch or his vision blurred,
he was a Michigan State Trooper of which his partners said,
my dad was at his best when the shit hit the fan.
