After last week's couscous, Didouche and his family invited us to lunch again. In correct Moroccan fashion, I answered "Insha'allah" to the request.
Once again, God did will it. All of us American teachers met and headed over to Didouche's house.
Instead of couscous, this time we had rfissa. But even though the food changed slightly, the hospitality did not change a bit.
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