Head of the green year

I hate kaddid

In my family, all the peaople hate kaddid

But, in one day of the year we eat it

Your brother is forced not a hero

My Grand-Mother cooked a couscous with kaddid and green beans



We eat it, and we pretend happyness and pleasue.

In our neighborhood, all the people cooked mloukhia

Smell smells here and there, and I desire

Interrupted if the smell of kaddid meat coming from our house