I pass a small group, a family perhaps. The boy is clutching a scruffed kitten and laughing. We catch each others’ eyes. He throws it at his brother. The kitten lands, paws outstretched, on the boy’s chest. Everyone laughs.
‘Do you want it? … 1,000 dinars’
‘It’s a cat from the street! It’s free, I say’
‘What’s your name?’
I tell them
‘This Rashida. You should get married … she’s free.’
We all laugh.
‘What about feminism?’ I say ‘Cats are worth more than women?’
We laugh again, and chat. A few handshakes, and I walk on.