Category Archives: Morocco

St Patrick’s Day

Today is St Patrick’s day. I am ashamed to say that I totally forgot. Luckily I have green bits on my top, so I’m not feeling too jinxed. The thing which surprised me is that not a single person remembered. For the first year ever, there was no hitting, or pinching, or any other general form of meaningless assault. Also, I’ve not seen a single person downing Guinness. It’s quite nice really. However, in the spirit of the day, I have turned to Wikipedia to explain St Paddy’s to those not in the know.

Definitions of St Patrick’s Day on the Web:

  • Saint Patrick’s Day (Lá Fhéile Pádraig) is an annual feast day that celebrates Saint Patrick (circa AD 387–493), the most commonly recognized of the patron saints of Ireland, and is generally celebrated on 17 March.
    en.wikipedia.org/wiki/St_Patricks_Day

There we are then. Happy St Paddy’s Day! And of course not forgetting Happy Birthday to my good friend Jenny. Who is definitely more important than St Patrick.

Fizzling out

Today I feel like I’m fizzling out. Anyone will tell you that I am like a firecracker, bouncing around, being loud and boisterous and always smiling. Even when I get annoyed (as you know I often do) I am annoyed in a ‘stop being stupid and lets just get the job done please’ way.

But today someone has dampened me down, and I feel like my spark is gone. I need to get home, and just have a rest from Fes, to pump me back up and make me catch again. Which is good, because it’s only two weeks now until I am officially home for a while.
It is amazing to think about what has happened so far this year though. There have been so many good times, and so many bad times (none of them too bad though!) that I can hardly remember not living here. Except that I also can’t believe it’s been a whole 6 months. I’m just hoping a stint at home will help me get my spark back so that I can go out of my time in Morocco with a BANG!

Out of touch

I feel so out of touch with my life at home.

Today I put on BBC iplayer to see if there was anything worth catching up on. And discovered that on March 18th it’s Red Nose Day, run by the charity Comic Relief.

Comic Relief run ‘Red Nose Day’ every year across the UK. Schools often join in, as well as most TV and Radio stations. People fund-raise in lots of different ways, through endurance challenges to bake sales. And all the shops stock red noses (the kind a clown might wear) which are made and sold by the Comic Relief charity.

It is really well known, and a lot of fun, and each year a few high-profile celebrities and comedians do something. Two which I found particularly impressive this year were these two.

David Walliams – One of the comedians responsible for ‘Little Britain’ among other things, and well known in the UK for his endurance efforts.

Helen Skelton – A presenter of the popular childrens TV show ‘Blue Peter’ who is known for having kayaked down the Amazon river solo last year.

Hope you enjoy their stories, and have a great Red Nose Day! (when it comes!)

I’m not angry, I’m just disappointed.

I’m not going to change the title of this, because what has been said can’t be unsaid.But, I can say how sorry I am. Anyone who actually remembers the content of this post will know that I was feeling a bit emotionally trodden on by someone who I really do value and respect, and that feeling made me do something which I promised I would never do. It made me use this blog as a way to vent my emotions about something personal.

That is not big, or clever. I shouldn’t have said half of what I said, and the half which needed saying should have been to the person’s face.

I can’t say enough how sorry I am that what I wrote made the person in question feel awkward with me. I take it all back whole-heartedly. She is a lovely person, and I appreciate having her in my life, and I hope that she knows that.

So I am not angry with anyone, but I am disappointed in myself. Very disappointed.

Ladies Night

Tonight is ladies night in Fes. Almost as a follow-on from International Women’s Day which was on Tuesday this week, the girls from Leeds are having a Henna party. I’m really looking forward to it.For those of you who don’t know, Henna is a plant extract which is used across the Middle East and Asia as hair dye and a cosmetic for weddings and other occasions. The decoration of the skin using Henna is called Mehandi or Mehendi, and it is incredibly popular here in Morocco. There is even a part of the Medina called the Henna Souk, which is dedicated exclusively to this product.

One of the Leeds ladies is apparently a star when it comes to creating these amazing patterns, which can come in a million and one different styles, ranging from quite simple to ridiculously complicated. Women get Henna decorations on their hands and feet prior to weddings in particular.

Here in Morocco, if you don’t know someone who does it, then the best way to do it is to hire a woman to come to your house. She decorates your hands using either a syringe or a piping bag with Henna paste, which is the colour of the designs in the picture. The idea is that the longer you leave the paste on your skin, the better the design will be. As it dries, it dyes the skin underneath a fantastic brown-orange colour. If you leave it for two or three hours, the pattern can last for weeks, depending on how well your skin takes the dye. I’ll hopefully have some pictures of mine for you, when I get back tomorrow. Hopefully. See you then.

10000 nights of Thunder

This is my 200th post. Just thought you should know. I’m pretty impressed with myself.In other news, it’s raining here in Fes. But not just raining today, oooh no. For my 200th post, Fes decided to do something extra special. We had a flash lightning storm.

It was something else. There were huge bolts of lightning every few minutes, and thunder so loud that my window shook. And the rain came down. It flooded our back balcony and half of the kitchen, so I spent a good 20 minutes trying to mop it up. But I’m not a Moroccan lady, and I haven’t perfected the ‘bend at the waist and clean the floor in no time’ moves, so I just had to wait for Halima to come and help me.

It was amazing though.

Sayings

I love little sayings. Ones that really mean something, but say it in a concise way. Here are some of my very favourites, in a variety of languages (because that is what I do, after all. If I was a mathematician they’d all be in numbers)Tres palabras,
tres fuegos has heredado:
Vida, Muerte, Amor. Ahí quedan
escritos sobre tus labios.

This is by Miguel Hernández, a Spanish poet, and it is about life, death, and love.

“You’ve gotta dance like there’s nobody watching,
Love like you’ll never be hurt,
Sing like there’s nobody listening,
And live like it’s heaven on earth.”

Everyone knows this quote, which William W. Purkey uses to close his speeches.

Even after all this time
The sun never says to the earth,
“You owe Me.”

Look what happens with
A love like that,
It lights the Whole Sky.

Ok it could possibly be suggested that I’ve slightly moved away from ‘short and sweet’. But this poem by the Sufi poet Hafiz really is one of my favourite quotes ever.

I notice that all three of these little quotes are all about love, so I’ll end with one which is not to do with love at all, and which we were taught a few days ago in class. If you know someone who speaks Arabic, they can translate it for you –

اطلبوا العلم من المهد إلى اللحد

Other People’s Laundry

Do you notice things like other peoples laundry when you are walking? I do. I really enjoy walking because there is always something new to look at, and I never get bored.

Other people’s laundry is interesting because it can tell you so much about a person. Are the little, or big? Bright, or pastel? Outgoing or introverted? (Outgoing people put their knickers out on the washing line, and introverted people hang theirs on a clothes horse somewhere away from prying eyes). I don’t use these judgements for any purpose, and I forget almost as soon as I’ve walked by, but it’s a fun little two second game to play. I particularly like playing it in Morocco because there is so much laundry out all of the time. From sexy underwear to glittery jelabas it’s one of the most vibrant things about this place, and it’s really a lovely sight.

courtesy of The Washington Post

Of course, there are two meanings for other people’s laundry. And there has been a fair amount of other peoples troubles in my life the last few days as well.

And no, I won’t tell you. None of your business. Suffice to say that it’s been there, and I hope that those people manage to get their lives back on track despite the ridiculous and frankly, unfair, pressure being put on them by others who should know much better. If you take one thing from this (other than the laundry game) remember what other people are worth. Never treat someone like they are worth less than you.

Pancake Day

For those of you not from England, today is Pancake Day.
For those of you from England, today is also Mardi Gras and Shrove Tuesday, and a whole batch of other stuff. But all we are about is the pancakes right?

How could you not be deeply into those, anyway? The Christian meaning of Shrove Tuesday is the day when people eat, drink, and get merry before the start of Lent. Lent is the month before Easter and depending on your denomination it has a variety of customs including fasting or giving something up.

This year, since I am in a Muslim country, I am collecting the customs of a few different denominations, and trying them out. So tomorrow, Ash Wednesday, I will fast from dawn to dusk, which is a Catholic practice.

Then I won’t eat meat, fat, eggs or birds on Fridays for the rest of Lent, which is practised in a lot of churches. And finally, I plan to fast dawn to dusk for the whole of Holy Week, which is the week preceding the Triduum, which are the three days of Easter proper. I think it will be an interesting insight into the different Christian practises around this, which is our most important festivals.

But until then, bring on the pancakes!!!

We are family

I can’t lie, there are things I hate about Morocco.
But then you know that, especially if you’ve been reading since the start of my adventure, six whole months ago. There have been ups and downs here in Fes, from missing home to taxi drivers and the cost of food to the way women are treated in the street. And of course there is school.Having said all of that, there is one thing I have gained here in Fes which I hope I never lose. And that is the friends that I have made here.

Today was the 21st birthday of two of the Leeds group here in Fes. We celebrated in style, at a Japanese/Thai restaurant called Kai Tai. And it was amazing. Bar one person, the whole class turned up, and almost everyone asked about our missing member at least once. We sat together and chatted and ate and joked, and it made me realise how lucky I am to be here with these fantastic people. You couldn’t ask for a better bunch. There are millions of words out there to describe my classmates, but there is one that stands out to me today. Here and now in Fes, these guys are

FAMILY
 
and I feel so proud to be a part of that. Thanks guys, for everything. I hope we stay this friendly for the rest of our lives (or at least our Uni years)