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Meet the family

So I’ve been living with my host family in the medina for a few days now. They are great! Shall we meet them?

Mama Amina: She speaks Darija and French and she is precious. I quite enjoy helping her prepare al-fatour (breakfast) in the afternoons before the sunset call to prayer. I peel the apples for the apple-milk juice. She is a lovely cook. Most used word? Couli! (Eat!)

Baba Mohamed: He is a tall, thin man who is very sweet. He likes to speak to me in Darija, but I never really know what to say back except “salaam” and “le bez”. He wears plaid shirts and white crocs...AKA he’s super punk rock like Justin Coyle.

Sister Nadia: She speaks French, Darija, and a little English...which is great, because she helps me understand what is going on...sort of. We share a room and watch t.v. Together, and laugh at the dog...and the whiney kitten who thinks the pooch is its mom.

Brother Badr: He has his own family and lives downstairs, but he speaks English pretty well. He is the one who came to pick me up from the CCCL. We laugh together because I never know what is going on. I think this weekend he is going to show me the famous cemetery In Rabat...which happens to be on basically the best ocean-front land in Rabat.

Brothers Hassin and...shoot...I can’t remember his name: I am putting these to together, but they definitely have some differences. Hassin is my age (I think)...so far he is very sassy, and loves soccer. Other brother is not a fan of wearing shirts. He is pretty quiet, and I don’t see him much (hence me not remembering his name)

Other Hassan: I don’t think he is a family member, but he is here every day, which is wonderful because he speaks English and always teaches me words in Darija. His favorite fashion statement: argyle socks and chuck taylors (high tops, of course)

There you have it, the Sefar family