Hey Mr. Tambourine Man ....
Imagine being jarred out of a deliciously deep sleep. Imagine being jarred out of a deliciously deep sleep at 2:21 a.m.. Imagine being jarred out of a deliciously deep sleep by some moron banging a drum. Imagine being jarred out of a deliciously deep sleep by some moron banging a drum incessantly. Imagine being jarred out of a deliciously deep sleep by some moron banging a drum incessantly walking up and down the streets of your neighbourhood so that sometimes the sound begins to fade but then - oh! he's back! - it's louder than ever.Now imagine that it happened to me, not you. You have probably ceased caring at this point and I wouldn't blame you save for the fact that it happened to me and I am nothing if not self-centred. Already deprived of sleep thanks to the plaintiff whinings of our neighbourhood muezzin (at 4:20 a.m.), hearing Mr. Tambourine Man banging his gong 2 full hours before I was (almost) prepared to be woken up was the last straw.
Oh - did I ask you to imagine being jarred out of a deliciously deep sleep by some moron banging a drum which also succeeded in waking up every dog in the neighbourhood? Bang bang bang. Woof woof woof. Oh sweet mother of god. Bang bang bang. Woof woof woof.
So why was Mr. Tambourine Man meandering through our neighbourhood effectively waking up the dead? - to rouse them to eat. Only a few hours left to chow down before sunrise. Get up! Eat! Eat! Eat! - which to me negates the spirit of Ramadan. Eating at sunset, eating throughout the night, and then getting up once or twice before dawn to put on the feedbag somehow diminishes the "sacrifice" of not eating for 12 hours during the day. In my mind, that's just reversing your inner clock. Maybe I'm a purist.
But one thing I am is getting the hell out of Dodge: one week in glorious Spain. Sangria, sun, sand, and - no less important - pubs bursting with people imbibing & consuming during daylight hours. No social vampires here. One less week of Ramadan and perhaps one week of uninterrupted sleep.
Adiós amigos ~ hasta luego!
p.s. Hey Mr. Tambourine Man ....#@%&($">* off!
posted by Cat in Rabat ( كات في الرباط) at 5:42 p.m.
10 Comments:
Do I sense some bitterness?
Fatigue.
Aim high, Willis.
I hate everyone's bad moods during Ramadan.
I also hate the kid who goes around with the honking thing.
As Ramadan progresses, people will become more and more short-tempered & generally nasty. It will not be uncommon to see altercations on the street. I'm sure that Allah, in his infinite wisdom, is looking down upon mankind and screaming, "have a sandwich for crying out loud! And a cigarette while you're at it."
Again, at the risk of repeating myself, it sort of defeats the purpose or leaves a stain on the spirit of the month.
Don't get me going on God and free will and predestination...
Hi Cat,
glad to hear that you'll be coming to Spain. Where will you be heading to? Andalucia?
Hi Suzanne - spent most of the week in Nerja. Next time maybe we can hook up.
The truth is that most Moroccans eat and drink during the day - but do it secretly. The problem is sleep deprivation.
Neighbour - many many Moroccans nosh during daylight hours. You're right. And this staying up all night business is lunacy.
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