5.16.2012

'Ana Mhduda'; I am lucky

New tennis shoes for a little girl in my village from the US military/African Alliance

Visiting students house in a nearby village

Chicken tajine
New baby, Abdulla in village

Kids posing behind house wall


Dar Taliba blooming roses in entry












Association building, view from field












Kids in village






Workout station






Common scene in the crop fields









Temporary door at new building

Tabuli salad on a hot day

Despite the 107 degree weather these past weeks, the locals get out as if it were no problem, I try to stay cool inside or getting an occasional pop-cycle from the hanut filled with sugar or eating watermelon and staying hydrated with electrolytes. It's downright oppressive...I've stayed away from soda, but every now and then a cold cola from a glass bottle with sugar is just the ticket. On a different note, I am getting a lot of personal and awkward questions these days from the locals such as, 'what's it like to have a menstral cycle, what do I think of Obama and my political views, why am I not married yet or have several husbands?' Same sex relationships in America, what am I going to do with all my belongings when I leave Morocco? 'Why don't I wear a jilaba and why do I do things alone? Do woman in America get hit by their husbands like Morocco? What about the children? Why haven't I seen my family from America in over a year?' I want to be honest and my approach has always been to think of the US as a whole and to keep my personal beliefs aside as much as possible. Perhaps these questions are good as it might mean I have reached a new level trust with my community. A recent experience with  a co-worker proved to be educational in terms of personal space and freedom. As she leaned over and grabbed my shirt, she got a glimpse of my tattooed arm. With disgust and surprise, she reminded me that this is very shameful in Morocco and against Muslim faith. I proceeded with care to let her know I am not Muslim and it's not shameful from where I come from and I want to respect the culture here which is why I am covered a lot like the scarf she wears on her head. Without her fully understanding, we got to a place of agreement which is all that mattered. I am saddened that the freedom that I have is not attainable in Morocco and although she may feel free enough, this is what divides us and our cultures. At any rate, I am lucky... to have the opportunity to share with those that might not agree and to show that having an opinion is a vital part of our being as humans.   

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