"GARRAB"'s daughter - Waiter's Daughter
In our country, life is very hard and difficult.. to survive you must do a huge effort and spend all the day outside ..!
I remember my childhoode when I went to school and the teacher askes us what is your father's job?!!!
I had always lie about my father's job !!
sometimes I was saiying: "he is an immigrant"!! some classmates knew that I am liying ...!
I love my father I love him so much .. I thought that I was protecting him against bullying and underestimation of others !!
but actually I was wrong .. I was doing this just for myself, for my owen desirs .. I was not couragoues to deffend my self within the shcool or outside....! I was fear to lose my freinds and my value i was affraid to become "nothing"...!
my father's job is very tiring, but digne and honnest .. it is sheap but it is offred with a large smile and a lot of kindness.
I took much time to know the reality, now after 25 years I realise that my father's job is not shameful my father is not educated but live educated him very well ..!
My father is a Waiter, but a little bitte different than what you know! In our country we are Calling him "GARRAB", which means a person that walking in special clothes, holding a strang botlle made from goat skin - like in the picture, and giving thirsty people some water for some pennies !!
he was leaving in the early morning because we were living in countryside, and he comebacks in the evening, he always find us already asleep.
He spent all the day out side , walking from street to street and from place to and other making sound by his hunging bells laughing and enjoying his time disccusing with people..
the story of the GRRAB man is a strory of many men in my country .. it is a stroy of struggle, a stroy of sacrifice and a stroy of a Hero !!
I grow up and I know now that my father's job is a big honor ... I am proud of him !
those pictures are from the internet. the linkes bellow to check more pictures about Moroccan GRRAB man.