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Published: September 2nd 2011
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Sunday 28th - day twenty-seven There was noises in the house today. Noises of movement. Everything was being moved out of the kitchen as it is going to be painted this evening. Removing the pictures and hanging from the walls left a few holes and Zak had the job of patching up the plaster.
Zak had told Said (the cousin we have been sitting with at the cafe all Ramadan - who happens to be a painter by trade) and he offered to come paint the kitchen for us with a roller. He also helped with purchasing the correct paint at bargain price. Cost to paint the ceiling and walls of the kitchen 40dh = aud$4.85 - cheap as!!
So by the time breakfast came around the kitchen had been emptied ready for Said's arrival after Iftar. We ate at home this evening, just Zak, I and Fessy (he's the other guy living here) who prepared it.
Said arrived around 8.30 pm and started right away on the ceiling which was being painted white. This took a few hours, and by the time the walls were painted as
well it was 1am. Colour chosen for the walls was salmon - Zak's choice. It looks great and a new coat of paint really lightens up the room.
Earlier while we were eating breakfast it had started to rain quite heavily, and soon the rain was accompanied by lot of thunder and lightening. This noisy light show continued all through the night and into the early morning - every now and then dropping a quick shower of rain.
Monday 29th - day twenty-eight We were back at Zak's parents for breakfast again today. Must admit that has been one of the nicer points of Ramadan is that we have spent so time with his parents. Zak's mother and I are still going strong with our hand signal conversations - and although they are just simple things we can act out it's nice to be able to communicate in at least this form.
Our usual foray to the cafe was interrupted and we left early as we decided the kitchen could do with just another little coat of paint. Another $5 dollars later we had our supplies
and before long Zak was being master painter back in the kitchen.
It's almost the end of Ramadan now and I won't lie, I will be relieved when it's over. I have whinged and complained about it the whole time but in the end am happy I experienced it. Happy enough that I never need to experience it again. I really think you need the spiritual accompaniment to actually 'get it', but like I said at the beginning when in Rome do as the Romans. Although I think next time Ramadan comes around I might time it so I'm actually in Rome, as I like what the Romans are doing there much more.
Tuesday 30th - day twenty-nine The last day of fasting!! Woo Hoo And it has been uneventful day like many of the other days. Although I'm pretty sure I heard a collective sigh of relief when the final call to break the fast was called. Or maybe it was my own sigh so loud in my own ears that it sounded like the voices of the whole town.
For our last breakfast we had it at home (much to
the last Ramadan breakfast
we shared this last Ramadan meal with some Koreans who also live in Azrou. mothers disgust) and Zak invited the 3 Koreans that are currently living in Azrou. Lucky for me they all speak English (actually the married couple met in Sydney). They are Muslim so have also been fasting. Conversation was a bit stunted, but hopefully this will get a little easier as we get to know them better.
So that's it really.
Ramadan ended.
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It looks to me like he could use a little help or guidance.