Passover ends and Mimuna begins.  I used to love Mimuna – the dancing and the carbs and the darbuka.  when I first came here there was so much rejoicing on this day that seemed to have no rhyme or reason – only celebration at the end of Passover.   But I don’t have any Moroccan friends anymore, and I fear politics has taken over this joyous holiday.    

I have a feeling – although it is perhaps unfounded – that Mimouna is related to Lail Al Khadar, the holiest night of Ramadan, the night Mohammed ascended to heaven.  Because both holidays are about the heavens opening to prayer.  Who am I to make such connections?  Nevertheless, I’m going to send up my own little prayer for peace in the middle east at midnight tonight.  If you join me maybe it will work.   Let’s go for it.  Nothing else looks possible right now.