Flying Cat

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.

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