A Close Call

In order to use the word “mugged” you would need to have something stolen.  Therefore, this leaves my experience to be a very close call with God on my side. 

On a Sunday afternoon walking down Rue Rome minding my business texting my friend, a boy about 17 or 18 popped up in front of me.  He was wearing a black leather jacket and had a disturbing look of pure anger on his face. He grabbed my arm pretty roughly and said in English, “Give me the phone.” I said, “Nooo” in a whining girly voice.  He reached into his right pocket and that is when I started running.  He jumped on the back of his friend’s bike and from the corner of my eye I saw them leave. 

With what just happened I was feeling a bit of shock and was shaking, did this really just happen? I had felt a sense of relief that he did not get anything and even more thankful with my decision to not bring my computer FOR THIS EXACT REASON.  I was wondering how I did not see him because usually I am walking around with eyes in the back of my head.  If someone gets close to me, I move into the side of the street or I move to opposite side of the street. I try my best to be a smart walker because people really do not advise women to walk alone in Casablanca.

Unfortunately, on this walk I was distracted my lovely technology and I was not fully paying attention to who was around me.

With many friends or friends of friends being mugged in Casa, I know to walk around with minimal valuables. I always carry under a 100DH, my phone, and a few random items. I know to not bring my laptop because it could be stolen and this is not worth the risk one bit. 

According to my American friend, being mugged in Casa is just a step to initiation…….Welcome to Casablanca Priscilla