sweet berkeley bowl watermelon at 19 cents a pound, sitting there on the fron t seat of my van while jennah is in the very last row asking for french fries, chicken nuggets, and apple juice. we give in to her desire because it's close to her bedtime and she'll probably fall asleep on the ride from berkeley back home to hayward, it's already 9pm. our friends brought back a duffle bag stuffed with goodies from morocco, hand made takshetas (formal traditional gowns) in every possible shade for our three year old, with matching brocade belts and aladdin like slippers for each dress. french coffee, sage and lemon vervaine, a qamijsha for me with matching bilgha (men's leather slippers) and many many caftans (hand stitched from luxurious cloths and delicately embrodiered) for my wife and a couple of pairs of french pumps for her as well. israa got the same exact clothing as jennah but scaled down to her nearly one year old body with tiny ballet like slippers that are tied upwards around the ankle and calf, dazzling to the eye with sequins in pale oranges and opalescent turquoise. perfumes, jewelery, pearls, and buttered ghee called simmin an aged butter seasoned with sage, that is used in ramadan to garnish the preferred or staple component of every meal- herrera- ahhhh. albany is such a cold stretch of prime real estate. always 3 or 4 degrees colder than north oakland or south berkeley. a damp cold, molds growing everywhere and dramatic drops in temperature at sunset and daybreak. time to decide whether or not its worth the risk to eat pakistani take out left overs at 11:30 pm.
decisions decisions. peace.
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