just Unity.

The United States Peace Corps works within a 3-goal framework throughout communities the volunteers serve in:

  1. Helping the people of interested countries in meeting their need for trained men and women. 
  2. Helping promote a better understanding of Americans on the part of the peoples served.
  3. Helping promote a better understanding of other peoples on the part of Americans.

Goal one focuses on technical skills: health care, agriculture, water sanitation, forestry, teacher training, etc. Goals two and three focus more on building relationships and fostering understanding between different peoples/cultures.

Here in Morocco, my role as a volunteer and a member of my community in Azrou is definitely focused more on Goals 2 & 3.   While I’d like to think I am transferring some sustainable knowledge and skill sets to some community members, I think it is safe to assume the majority of my work here is focused on relationship building and cultural exchange. There is so much confusion amongst both Moroccans and Americans in regards to one anothers culture– religion, customs, normals, traditions, values, etc. I love having conversations and sharing traditions with Moroccan friends and family, while sharing my experiences with those back home in America. 

Honestly, sometimes I question the difference I am making here in Morocco. Developing-world speaking– Morocco is developed and seem to have a good handle on their business. I am not digging wells for clean water, distributing vaccines, securing the healthy future of village crops, or anything of the like. However, given the current political climate of the Western World and “Muslim World,” I’d say my job here is pretty important. Does this mean I think my role here is strictly political? No way. Do I think Peace Corps still having a presence in a place like Morocco isn’t necessarily imperative to the future development of the country? Yes.

Peace Corps is only in 1 country in North Africa (Morocco,) and 1 country in the middle east (Jordan.) Volunteers in both of these countries do not focus their efforts on technical assistance as do some volunteers in Sub-Saharan Africa or South America. Part of me feels like Peace Corps remains in these countries to sustain relationships within the Arab World outside of the State Department or the United Nations. I’d like to think America understands the different kind of “ambassadors” it sends to these countries via the Peace Corps. We aren’t here to maintain security, spy, keep terrorism at bay, or the like. Peace Corps Volunteers, in Morocco, are simply here to form meaningful relationships within our host communities and build human capacity through life skills, job training, health workshops, and other such activities. Basically, anything our community wants our help with doing, we’ll do.

I see my role here in Morocco as, inch’Allah, bridging the gap between my friends and family back home and my friends and family here in Morocco. I want Americans to understand Islam and Arab culture and I want Moroccans to learn about America outside of Hollywood. 

I’m happy to be here now.

Peace and be well. 

My allergies have been so terrible the past week, so I have showered for 6 days in a row just for the steam. I have not done such a thing in the 14 months that I have lived in Morocco.

I saw my beautiful host mama for the first time in a long time today. I’ve been avoiding Ifrane because of the anxiety I get when I think about running into members of my ex’s family. Sure enough, the first person I ran into when I got off the taxi was his brother. Yippee.

My host mama gave me a huge boost of confidence today when she thanked Allah that I gained back some weight. She told me I was too skinny before and ugly. She said now that I have gained back some weight, I am beautiful and am now able to birth children. I am going to enjoy my last year living in a country where I am considered more beautiful when chubby. Thanks, Morocco.

I chased down some 14-ish year old boys today after they harassed me in my own neighborhood. After shaming them and telling them I was going to talk to their parents, they continued to say rude shit. So, I threatened to beat them up, then I told them they’re donkeys (very offensive here,) and then went home.

Two or three times a week I like to go get cheese and onion paninis from my favorite shack on the side of the street in town. I always bring Kika (my pup) with me and she has always gotten a lot of attention. Lately a group of young boys have been galavanting around town with her while I wait for my sandwich and fries to be done. It’s cute.

Speaking of Kika, everybody in this town of 50,000 people knows Kika. I expect all my neighborhood kids to know her; they have played with her since she was just a 6 week old pup. However, whenever I walk anywhere in town I hear children calling “Kika, Kika!” from all corners of town.. children I have never seen before in my life. Sometimes the children call me Kika too. I let that slide.

My neighbors are fantastic. My Mul Dar (landlord/house owner/upstairs neighbor) is… not fantastic. Him and his family are rude and mean. They asked my housemate and I to leave because our dogs make too much noise. I discussed this with other neighbors of mine and they all told me to not leave and just stay, that he can’t make me leave and the police will be on my side. Now, I have no idea if there is any truth to that, but hell, I love this neighborhood and I’m not leaving. A house 2 doors down will be empty come Ramadan (beginning July,) so I sure hope my landlord doesn’t mind if we squat here until then.

I lied to one of my neighbors today because her 10 year old daughter begged me to. About 15 of us kids were playing outside when my neighbor girl fell into some water. She was so horrified to tell her mom and asked me to please please tell her mom that one of the neighbor boys pushed her into the water. So, I did the unthinkable– I told her mother that our 2 year old neighbor, Bilal, pushed her daughter into the water. Fortunately Bilal isn’t old enough to be able to defend himself. Sorry, kid.

The other day my housemate and I were walking home from buying extremely healthy food to eat from the market (ehem) when some policemen in a police car stopped us on the street to ask us if we were alright. After we told them we’re just dandy, they asked us where we lived and told us that if we need anything to just ask. This was actually the first pleasant interaction I have had with a police officer in my town. Yahoo!

The other night on an overnight bus to somewhere I naturally fell asleep… and woke up to the man next to me staring into my face. It was weird.

I love making new friends because for a very long time I had no friends here in Morocco. I especially love making new friends on the street. It usually goes down like this: I’m walking somewhere in town when a boy starts talking to me in French. When I answer in Arabic, he gets excited and starts asking questions about me. He welcomes me to his country and says I am welcome in his families home anytime. Then, usually, he asks for my phone number and if I will be his girlfriend. Thanks but no thanks.

A few nights ago these two boys started bothering my roommate and I on the street. We wished them well and turned down our neighborhood street– they followed. They kept bugging me for my cell phone number and kept asking if I had a boyfriend. In Arabic I said calmly, “Yes, I have a boyfriend and he is Moroccan. He is at my house right now. Would you like to know him?” The boys apologized, wished me well, and continued on their way.

I have set my alarm about 15 times in the past 14 months.

Adile and I in Casablanca

Adile and I in Casablanca

My housemate and I in Chefchaouen

My housemate and I in Chefchaouen

The Good Life

The Good Life

Neighborhood kids and pups.

Neighborhood kids and pups.

Sometimes I think about how much more life in Morocco suits me than back in the states. Sometimes I think I will die here– either in a car accident or by getting beat to death by one of the numerous men I have punched. I often think about staying in Morocco and getting a “real” job after my Peace Corps service ends. I also think about all of the other countries I want to go to while continuing work in development. Either way, while I have good days and bad days in this land of contradictions, I have really learned how to embrace all of her quirks.

Be well, Peace.

Death Don’t Have No Mercy…

Nearly a week ago, my dear grandfather passed away after battling cancer for the past 6 months. My mom and both of my sisters flew down to Arkansas as soon as Hospice gave him hours to live. My grandpa passed into the next life while surrounded by my grandma, mom, and sisters. It was very difficult to be “stuck” here in Morocco while all of the women in my family watched my grandfather die, and dealt with the aftermath of his death. I am very proud of my grandma, mom, and sisters for coming together during this time and supporting one another. I so wish I could have flown home to be with my family during this time. Regardless, I continue to celebrate the life of my grandpa from afar. I feel so blessed to have been his granddaughter. I am thankful for the support he gave me since the day I was born– the only man to remain in my life for my entire 25 years.

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Christmas with Grandpa 1989

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The Last Time I Saw My Grandpa- August 2011

 

My accident, asthmatic episodes, being evicted and having to find another house, and death of my grandpa has kept me out of steady work for the past few weeks. After my parents upcoming visit next week, I hope to get back to work before summer is in full effect and I go on break.

Be well and hug your loved ones.

money money money MONAYYYY

A huge part of what we do here in Morocco as Peace Corps Volunteers in plan and implement various projects throughout the country. Volunteer projects can include anything and everything– from building latrines, hosting girls empowerment camps, hiking programs to promote leadership, and HIV/AIDS outreach efforts. Here are a few current projects that my friends are organizing that are in need of funding from our wonderful friends and family–

  1. A career development resource center
  2. A Womens Health Weekend 
  3. HIV/AIDS Festival Outreach 
  4. Youth Entrepreneurship 
  5. English Teacher Education Conference 
  6. Spring Youth Festival 

Any contribution would be greatly appreciated.

Take care.

Serve Your Soul

Somebody needs to tie me down to my bed and not let me move until I am actually completely better. Traveling all last week was a lot of fun, but I’m paying for it a bit this week. I caught another upper respiratory infection made worse by asthma while having to continue to take a bunch of medication for my still-healing brain. This week I stayed home– I didn’t go to work or do too much of anything except household chores, chase after the dogs, and rest.  I am planning on going back to work at normal starting Monday, but instead of my dance classes I am going to switch to Yoga. I am still not able to do any intense physical activity for another 3-4 weeks, but I absolutely need to stay somewhat active or I will go bonkers. 

I met with my coworkers today to discuss our International Womens Day event that I missed while I was in the hospital. They all raved about how successful and moving it was for the women who participated (some 100+ ladies!) Testimonies were given by successful women who were living their dreams, discussions were held about leadership, and the women spent time sharing their experiences, stories, and hopes for the future. I am so bummed I was not able to attend my first large event here in Morocco, but we have plenty more projects currently in the works. Future projects currently being planned/grants being written for include:

  • a 1 day Health/Nutrition/Fitness Workshop for 50 Women in our Community including a morning spent in different womens health related seminars and an afternoon spent learning different dance styles, 
  • a 5k run/walk for charity
  • building of a classroom for children who do not attend school in a small village outside of my town
  • Animal awareness workshops around the Fes region

At the end of May my classes at the Community Center will end for this year. The University students have internships in June and graduate in July. June and July will be spent working on projects and solidifying my programs/classes for the 2013-2014 school year, which will start in mid-September and last until I leave Morocco in May 2014 inch’Allah.  The Center is closed the entire month of August for summer break. 

The last couple of weeks have been a little bit of an emotional roller coaster with the accident, hospitalization, medications (and their interactions with each other,) this head cold, homesickness, lack of productivity, and lack of being active. I have been hanging on to all of the exciting things (non-work related) that I have to look forward to. Such things include: a weekend getaway next weekend with my original training group here in Morocco, my parents visiting in Mid-May (Camel Trek here we come!), Gnaoua Musical Festival and climbing Mount Toubkal in June, traveling to Ghana, Togo, Benin, and Spain with another volunteer in July, a GLOW camp in August, and a week in Turkey in December with my sister and brother-in-law. 

Best wishes to all of those reading. Be well. 

let me learn from where I have been.

I recently spent a few days in the most rural part of Morocco I have ever seen thus far. Adile has family who still lives in mud-brick communal style houses out in the countryside. There is no town center, no markets, no stores, nadda. We were surrounded by animals and flowers all day long. We rode donkeys and hiked around and ate a ton of food and practically slept under the stars. It was really lovely and reminded me a lot of the years I spent growing up on friends’ farms in rural Pennsylvania.15119_679960067713_646181977_n 150789_679968381053_93464208_n 562405_679968221373_1909767601_n 547743_679958675503_904896971_n 546069_679960042763_1384215690_n

 

and I had a feeling that I belonged…

After last weeks accident and dealing with the side effects of the brain injury combined with the side effects of the five medications I am on, I was happy to be whisked away on a Spring Break vacation. Adile and I got back to Azrou from Rabat late on Friday night, and left for Beni Mellal, his hometown, the following afternoon. We spent a night at his parents house, and have been at his sisters house in a beautiful city called Azilal for the past couple of days. His sister, brother-in-law, nephews, and niece have been so kind to me– taking me around to different places around Azilal, including a trip to some beautiful waterfalls and a beautiful lake.

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Adile’s Niece and I

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Adile and I at Ouzoud

We are staying in Azilal until tomorrow morning, and then we are heading out to a tiny, tiny, tiny village where some of his family still lives. We will stay there for a couple of days before heading back to Beni Mellal and then back to Azrou on Monday. 

I’m all doped up on all these medications, constantly feeling dizzy and disoriented, and I have headaches– but overall, I am feel relaxed and grateful. As always, I am in awe of the generosity of Moroccans. I’m being well taken care of.

Be well. 

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