I am mskina (sad) bzeef (really). I don't know if you knew this, but I am. I am the mskinaest person that people here in Morocco have met. I am so mskina, that people constantly have to remind me in case I have forgotten. I am introduced as Lucia, the mskina American. I try to say that no I am not sad, I really love being in Morocco and I am happy, but I obviously have no idea what I am talking about so people ignore my efforts to state otherwise.
I am mskina because:
1. I live by myself (actually I live on top of an amazing family that feeds me everyday and who I watch Turkish soap operas with, but that doesn't seem to matter)
2. My family is in America and I can't talk to them because it is sooo expensive (not true, there is something called email, which turns out is free)
3. I am not married, YET, but someone knows of a very nice man who wants to go to America (YES! JACKPOT!)
4. I don't speak the language (well I DO speak the language, people just don't understand what I say, they keep expecting the white girl to speak French, and when she doesn't they are too confused to re-group and try to understand what I am saying)
5. I work and can't sit home all day and watch TV (it doesn't matter if I don't find the idea of watching TV all day fun)
6. I am not married (did I already say that?)
7. I can't cook tajines or couscous or bake bread (I can cook other things, but REAL women can cook tajines and couscous and bake bread, so, I am screwed on this one until I learn how to be a real woman)
8. Since I am not Moroccan, people charge me triple of what I should really pay so I am constantly getting taken advantage of (which isn't actually true, but that doesn't seem to matter either)
9. I don't have air-conditioning (ok, I will give them that one)
10. I have NO friends, how can I, I don't speak the language (which yet again isn't true, I have friends, who also speak English)
So there you have it, the reason why I am mskina bzeef. Like I said, it doesn't matter if the reasons why I am mskina are true or false. People find the idea that I am American AND mskina charming, story of my life...
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