Three of the places I used to eat at are closed. My cylinder, for the enesima vez, is out of gas and, for the enesima vez, it can’t be refilled; why? Because no gas and even if there was, the guy (apparently the only guy, like all the various fields and sectors in Ethiopia) who could operate the machine (I think it is a machine) has left the place.
It is hudade and meat is hard to come by. The supermarket is stocking mortadella no more. The guy who used to sell fried fish had disappeared for a while cuz, get this, it was tsom! And it seems the bozos at the other supermarket are never going to carry yoghurt, contrary to their advert. You know what I think the whole idea behind fasting is? Well, you eat all those foods that seem to placate your belly for a while and after that, 10 minutes later, leave you wondering where/when your next meal is going to come from. This way, your mind will shun all evil acts and concentrate instead on hoping and daydreaming of food. The mind at any given time has got two options to choose from: either food or sin (some sins more than others :wink:) Ana Frank was a cool girl but she was mistaken when she said that human beings were basically good; human beings basically stink. The only way they can be thought of as doing good is when they refrain from doing bad.
And you may ask, when people are hungry, won’t they be forced to resort to evil ways in order to sate their hunger ergo making the argument for tsom as a way of avoiding evil not valid? Come on! Everybody knows that in order to do bad you need a lot of energy and them yetsom migboch, well, do they carry energy?
One of the things I have always wanted to do but have not quite got around to doing is (don’t tell my mother) eat at a Muslim restaurant? (restaurant for Muslims?). There is this perfectly good Muslim place which I always overlook.
One Eid evening back in 4 kilo I ate “yeIslam migib” in Acapulco. When we got up to go to our dorms, a frond pricked me ergibgbite lay and I bled a bit. Moral of the story is, I am clumsy like that.
But really, I am going to do it one of these days.
I heard sometime back that Muslims had boycotted Yes bottled water because the recycle sign reportedly was fashioned after the crucifix. Last week I bought this water which went by the name “Alaje!” What immediately came to mind was that this particular brand must be the Muslim community’s response to Yes. Just think how messed up it would be: we were now going to have yeCristian wiha and yeIslam wiha. I mean, haven’t we been divided enough?
Fortunately, Alaje turned out to be the place in Tigray where the water is bottled.