Bsima: First Contact
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
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.
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