'Nqta b Nqta Kay Hml l-wad'; "Drop by Drop the River Rises"

Yoga

For sale at souk

Young adorable student

My favorite short friend

Time for hair Henna again

Learning the bread process

Mother and daughter gathering grain from the field

Beautiful flowers still have life this winter

Dog and sheep are friends

Disabled man in village

As things are unfolding, I am allowing it to happen. I was grateful to be approached by a disabled man in my village that wants me to help him get a wheelchair, the new term is; karota, Darija Arabic. Through a bit of research, I am working with a man from Italy who works for a non-profit company that will help me get a wheel chair sent to my village. I have been teaching a combination of English and yoga to 48 girls at the Dar Taliba three times a week. I go in the early evenings and am usually greeted by the girls ages 12-17, then have tea and coffee bread and olives with the President, Mudir and kitchen staff. Afterwards I head to the lecture hall where the girls are quiet and attentive. I feel very welcomed there. As it’s dark by the time I go home a nice man walks me to my apartment which makes me feel very supported here. The Dar Taliba is a place for girls who don’t live in the village a safe place to study and are provided housing close to school. Many of them are from very rural areas where there are no schools. Most of them have a strict schedule, arise at 6am, pray, study, breakfast, clean, go to school and come back after where I then teach them, dinner and lights out by 9pm. I am still waiting for clearance to work in the schools and the process in Morocco is tedious in order to do so waiting for all the authorizations and paperwork. The Woman’s association is on hold until this month before it gets up and running again. There are two schools in my village, one is an elementary school which my neighbor teaches at and the other is the college which is more like high-school. The younger children are placed in the Woman’s Association where they learn the basics. I visit them at least once a week. All the kids wear different colored coats depending on where they attend school. One new project aside from the wheelchair is helping my village with funding for a patisserie in the center of town where there seems to be interest and a need. The nearest patisserie is about a 20 minute bus or taxi ride away. With the center of town being a major bus stop for tourists it would bring in good revenue not to mention all the locals that would utilize it. I recently learned the town just received a communal oven to bake bread which will help those who can’t afford ovens or are too ill to prepare in their own homes. I am fully embracing this teaching experience and lke it a lot, I am grateful it comes natural.