Moroccans and their vans.

2 Jul

Ramadan Kareem all! I really really hope you all have a blessed, beautiful month. There is a lot I am wanting to write about but I thought I would ease myself in with a non-story. Non-stories are those small little tiny things that happen in your life that you never bother to mention to anyone but which I like to write whole blog posts on. In fact, I’m even going to split it into parts.

Part I
A few months back, Shams* and I were walking to the station together and she was telling me about a conversation she had with this person at work. I had seen that they were talking for quite a while so I had asked, envious at her small talk prowess, what they were talking about. (That’s what I do at work, I track her). She, smugly, told me that they spoke about everything and that it was wonderful. They talked about their respective home countries, charities they were involved in, what they did when they visited. In the course of this conversation, she mentioned to him that a lot of European Moroccans travel back to Morocco for the summer in their vans or cars (she is half Moroccan). I listened sullenly as she deliberately spoke in a light sing-song voice emphasising how easy the conversation was. But then it gets weird. When she told him about Moroccans using their vans, he was really interested. So interested, that he told her she “should make a documentary about it”. Which she agreed with.
A documentary. On vans. On how Moroccans drive vans to get to Morocco. I had to get her to repeat that bit, and I swear there was not a hint of sarcasm or humour. So I had to tell it to her straight.
“Look Shams, you’re a nice girl, but nobody is going to watch an hour long documentary on how Moroccans use vans to get to Morocco.” Of course, she accused me of being bitter and jealous. I accused her of being stupid.

We parted ways on bad terms that day. Because of her.

Part 2:

On Saturday night I was in the car with my parents and my brother. I was drifting in and out of the conversation but two words brought me back with thud. “Moroccans” and “vans”. In the ultimate betrayal, here was my father talking animatedly about how Moroccans all go to Morocco in their vans. I made a mental note to tell Shams, but to say that it was at most, a fun fact for a car journey home.
But then when I drifted back to the conversation again, I found that they were still talking about it! I couldn’t believe that the topic could have been sustained for that long. My dad was saying how Moroccans load up their vans with absolutely everything. But then my brother said that his Moroccan friend said they had to travel light. Then my dad said they came home by boat or plane. Out of pride I was biting my tongue, determined that I was not in the least bit interested but at that point I couldn’t hold it in any longer and had to ask, what happened to their vans and cars? They sell them at the end of their trip. So why take them? So they can use them to drive around for the duration of the trip. (This is all according to my dad by the way, who turns out to be quite an expert. Maybe he watched a documentary on it, haha). But I am now left with a myriad of questions. Of them;
So do they travel light or heavy? What on earth do they take with them aside from clothes? Do Moroccans really buy a new car every year? Shams, I’m giving you the green light.

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