Faisa, her father and Judy

Here is Mohammed, as a father. We have known him since he was a little boy almost 35 years ago. His father ran a market stall in the city market, and we would buy spearmint, peppers, olives and Moroccan cheese from him. Slowly, during the years, Mo has become the big boss and he runs the stall now with his son and daughter, Faisa. We see them every single Saturday morning when we shop and now he has zucchini, grapes, artichokes and dates added to the assortment. There is a standing joke with him and his family that he can't add fast and every time he has to add up the bill, they begin to laugh, he begins to laugh, and finally, after a moment or two, he says something. Judy asks, "Have you added in everything we bought?" He checks again and there are more laughs and then he says yes and we pay. He is always smiling and shy and friendly and so are his children. Anyway, Faisa was given our little VW Polo as a gift from her dad and so the American-Moroccan-Hague link was strengthened.