My name is Cassandra. The Arabic equivalent is Hadija. She was one of (I repeat, one of...)the prophet Mohamed's wives.
I live off of peanut butter and cafe au lait's.
I wash my clothes in a pink bucket in the bathroom.
The only place I feel like I fit in in this country is the hammam.
Yesterday was Eid el-Kebir
We gave thanks to God as we remembered when God spared Ibrahim's son Ishmael from being sacrificed by providing Ibrahim with a ram.
therefore, we (my host family and I) slaughtered two rams, in our house, in the hallway. and then ate some liver. and a lot of kefta.
on saturday, this song will be true. but only the first line of it:
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