100 DoRaM: Day 24 – The Moroccan

He stood behind heavy, thick glasses in a theme night at the University Student lounge called TGIT (Thank God It’s Thursday). Over 21s served up alcohol and over eighteen’s playing pool and gawking at graduate students. He was there, not drinking, not smoking, not anything that others were doing. It was my first night there. I was excited and I felt all grown up. I didn’t feel shy but I was nervous. He sang me a song in a very sweet Spanish tone and seduced my big brown eyes with his reference to them. I think that was it. The rest is history as they say.

My husband is from Morocco and this day is dedicated to him. He’s been eyeing me a lot. I’ve been neglectful a little. This blog has me so smitten and distracted. Nothing else matters. I’m giggling like a little girl, writing like crazy, commenting, fan-girling and just enjoying this ride. I’m loving it more than anything. I’m not going to lie. But I’m going to digress for a moment and fan-girl over my hubby. He’s a tender soul and sometimes I feel unworthy of his sweetness. I’m kind of spicy with rough edges at times. He’s there, smiling, loving, supporting. What can I say. I’m lucky.

Culturally we’re a huge mix in our family. Arabic, Spanish and French are peppered in with English. Cooking, well, I can cook a couple of Moroccan dishes well. I’m a pretty good cook. (Allow me to brag a little. LOL) Languages? No. I don’t speak Arabic but he and I spew out the French a lot. It works and I can understand a bit of Arabic. I think my Americanized ways reject the Arabic for some reason. He still loves me. Lucky me.

Oh my goodness! I’m a little nervous to push “publish” on this. However, it has to come out because that’s how it works for me. It’s on my mind and very strong. I guess it’s impossible for me not to get personal with these 100 days. So just when I thought I wouldn’t talk about certain someone’s and certain situations, here I am. Musings? (I knew I’d use that word at some point) Nah… just thinking how lucky I am to have the support of this special man stepping aside so I can do my thing. I’ve said this before and I’ll say it again. If I get to Heaven it will be because of him. I sincerely believe that.

Am I saying too much? Where’s the fiction? Not today. Not right now. I’m saying a lot about my personal life but I can’t help it. For me this is a lot. I guess it’s a side effect of blogging. At least it is for me. So… that’s it. Thinking about how my life is sweet and how grateful I should be right now. I am grateful to you Habibi!

I’m featuring Bakh Ta by Khaled, the king of Rai. This will make him happy. It’s also one of my favorite songs. When we met I went heavily into Rai.  I was addicted.  Hope you enjoy it.

Bakhta (girl’s name)
what a glorious day when she came
she is shining like a star
Bakhta is the most beautiful girl
the amazing girl from (sidi howari) a town in Algeria
 
Bakhta is a shining light
I’m burning from Bakhta (burning here means he is suffering from her love, or he love her so much)
I want her to be mine
Where can I find her

She wilted only my heart (no one loves her as I do)
I’m burning from Bakhta
Here beauty is astonishing
A beauty I’ve never witnessed in my life
 
A messenger came to me
Baktha sent him from the train station
She sent him to my house
To inform me that she is coming secretly
He came to me in the afternoon
He found me sad and suffering
From her love and my thoughts
my heart fought my suffering
 
there she comes in a chariot
standing tall as a military commander
her neck is long as a tower (a long neck is a sign of beauty in the Arabic culture)
with her clear as a mirror face (metaphor used to express astonishing beauty)
 
Bakhta is well figured (can’t translate it literally; but the meaning is that she have a nice body)
her beauty is not owned by another women ( she has a very rare beauty not like any other woman)
I want her to be mine
Where can I find her
She wilted only my heart (no one loves her as I do)
I’m burning from Bakhta
Here beauty is astonishing
A beauty I’ve never witnessed in my life
 
there she comes in a chariot
standing tall as a military commander
from her sight I was amazed
I totally lost my mind
 
I want her to be mine
Where can I find her
She wilted only my heart (no one loves her as I do)
I’m burning from Bakhta

http://lyricstranslate.com/en/bakhta-girls-name-lyrics.html

Love y’all.

Thanks for reading and for listening.

26 thoughts on “100 DoRaM: Day 24 – The Moroccan

  1. Oh my goodness! I thought this was the beginning of fiction and when I saw it was about you and your husband I went back and started again because I was smitten with what I was reading! Aaaah how lovely! 😍 Great post! Must listen to song soon! x

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  2. Well that’s A LOT to take in. Really?? Wow I would never imagined that. I thought that you were Canadian, or I don’t know American with European roots somehow. Thank you for sharing Mel, I was very curious at how you spoke many languages. I’m happy for you Mel and I’ll always be happy to know more about you. 😊

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      1. Totally get it but if you told me it was because you’re a mermaid, I wouldn’t set out to sea on an expedition to search for you.

        You could just say in general. That is the specifics I meant. Not the town, name of business, or whatever. I’m thinking you’re a teacher.

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  3. Hi Mel, I shouldn’t be writing too much, and even reading is difficult, but I can’t help myself, especially after reading “Day 24”,[slowly, and I’m typing very slowly]. your sweet words relaxed me and made me smile. It’s just gorgeous that you could share a little of your personal life with us, and your article just oozed love, happiness and togetherness, and thank you for the wonderful insight, lots of hugs to you….. [a rest now]….

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