sun glasses

17/11/2008 19:12 par xyoussef

Food & Drink:
The finest of Moroccan arts is undoubtly its cuisine.

All over Morocco, the main drink apart from water is mint tea (Attay). A cheap, refreshing drink which is made with green tea, fresh mint and masses of white sugar.
If you want a reduced sugar tea, ask for (Attay msous) or (B'la sukar).

Coffee is commonly drunk black and strong (Kahwa Kahla). For a weak milky coffee, ask for a (Café au lait or kahwa hlib). A stronger milky coffee is a (Café cassé or kahwa mhersa).

moroccan traditions

17/11/2008 19:10 par xyoussef

Religion: Sunni Islam is the religion of Morocco. Christians and Jewish represent only 1.1% and 0.2% of the population. Society & Conduct: Morocco is more relaxed than many muslim countries and therefore it is possible to wear clothing that exposes arms and legs in coastal resorts. However to minimize hassle, women are advised to cover themselves at social occasions and visits in traditional rural areas. Moroccans are inordinately friendly and hospitable, so try saying ssalamu 'aleykum (peace be upon you) and insh'allah. Coversation: Moroccans love to talk. For the men, particularly, conversation forms a major part of life and hours are spent everyday arguing about current issues over a coffee in the towns' abundant cafés.

my friend Imad

17/11/2008 19:05 par xyoussef

romance and loneliness

14/11/2008 13:30 par xyoussef

sometimes we like to be in privacy

lion heart

14/11/2008 13:27 par xyoussef

O my Luve's like a red, red rose
That's newly sprung in June,
O my Luve's like the melody
That's sweetly played in tune.

bright star

14/11/2008 13:25 par xyoussef

Bright star, would I were steadfast as thou art

without restrictions

14/11/2008 13:21 par xyoussef

Their seething passion agitated space,
Till lo! The lands a sudden earthquake shook,
The river fled: the meadow leaped, and took
The leaning mountain in a close embrace.

attraction

14/11/2008 13:18 par xyoussef

A mighty river rolled between them there.
What could the mountain do but gaze and burn?
What could the meadow do but look and yearn,
And gem its bosom to conceal despair?

An Entrapment

14/11/2008 13:05 par xyoussef

My love, I have tried with all my being
to grasp a form comparable to thine own,
but nothing seems worthy;

I know now why Shakespeare could not
compare his love to a summer’s day.
It would be a crime to denounce the beauty
of such a creature as thee,
to simply cast away the precision
God had placed in forging you.

Each facet of your being
whether it physical or spiritual
is an ensnarement
from which there is no release.
But I do not wish release.
I wish to stay entrapped forever.
With you for all eternity.
Our hearts, always as one.

A Special World

14/11/2008 13:02 par xyoussef

A special world for you and me
A special bond one cannot see
It wraps us up in its cocoon
And holds us fiercely in its womb.

Its fingers spread like fine spun gold
Gently nestling us to the fold
Like silken thread it holds us fast
Bonds like this are meant to last.

And though at times a thread may break
A new one forms in its wake
To bind us closer and keep us strong
In a special world, where we belong.