Bsima: First Contact
By Bsima

Hi, my name is Bsimo. I'm 27 years old. I am originally from Casablanca. I came to the US few years ago. Before coming here, I was told several tales about people, especially women who came to the US, to study of course, however, for some obscure reason they got married instead, but not to any man, to the one who contributed significantly to the increase of the bank account of the bride's father.

Here is their story, as told during a mint-tea gathering where guests were offered divine briwates and some delicious cornes de gazelles:

They were both students in Prof. Motaysha's calculus class. He saw her, and immediately fell in love. But he couldn't approach her. He was afraid he might embarrass her. He had the feeling that she was shy. He went back to the dorm, and couldn't eat for few days. Nobody suspected anything, for dorm food does not necessarily trigger uncontrollable salivation. He finally confessed his love to the Moroccan buddies, who managed through the help of several middle-people to establish contact between the two young Moroccan students. That same summer, they returned home together. The parents were informed of their relationship. A month later, a grandiose wedding ceremony took place somewhere in AinDiab.

In late August, they returned to the US as a couple, and somewhere between fulfilling their requirements to graduate, the pre-requisites, and the meetings with their advisors, they managed to make few babies, that now as I speak, are the pride and joy of their grandparents back in Morocco.

I should have taken some calculus!

The first summer came and went, and so did the second and third. Then they stopped asking. But if only you were studying something like medicine, you would have been saving lives by now. Or, if only you were interested in engineering, four years of school, et op, you're done, you become an engineer, make enough money to drive a decent car, marry a decent man, and send a decent amount of money to relatives in Morocco.

I'm neither a medical doctor, nor an engineer. Nevertheless, my task isn't any easier. I am constantly observing people and things around me. Not in an attempt to understand the non-understandable, but merely as a form of entertainment. So I thought to myself, if observing entertains me, then maybe reporting what I observe might entertain you. I truly hope it will.

Sincerely,

Bsima

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