bye bye chicken

The other day Jaylan pointed out that the chickens that live on our roof sounded particularly close by and when we drew the curtain that separates our room from the main living area we saw this chicken clucking about nervously. 

We soon realised why - Hajj (he's the patriarch and it's a term of respect for men who have/probably have because of their age/will soon, insh'allah do the Haj) was sharpening a big knife.  So I said 'masallama d'zhezh'/'bye bye chicken', which made him laugh.  The chicken didn't find it so funny. 

Sadly, I forgot to take an 'after' shot of the delicious, and very fresh, chicken we had for supper that night.