Mohammedia is always much more peaceful than Casa. In the company grounds, there are birds
chirping, palm trees, nice varieties of cactus, and the clouds look so
beautiful in the sky. The lunch in the
canteen is pretty good with authentic Moroccan soup and fish-I enjoyed it.
My encounters were wonderful and pleasant. In general, my students are all very kind and
sweet (99 percent of them). In
Mohammadia, they bring an extra something that just makes the encounter a bit
more special. They are so respectful and
interested in improving their English.
If they make mistakes, we laugh and joke about it. During role-plays, I love to act and make the
scenarios funny to make it light and fun.
At the end of my favorite encounter, The student Hamza said, “Goodbye
Teacher.”
After my nice day at Mohammedia, I took the company van back to
Casa and my friend from class, Yusuf, sat next to me. I sat and stared into the hot pink sunset
with small clouds layered on top of one another piece by piece-the best sunset
I have seen in Morocco thus far.
After I went to the Medina, walked around enjoyed some chickpeas
for 2DH and a big piece of fresh, hot bread right out of the stone oven. It is
amazing how cheap things can be in the medina, but the safety, especially at
night, is definitely a question mark with men commenting and looking. I cover myself up, but sometimes I think my
eyes give away that I am Indian and not Arabic.
Women are making the traditional bread, electronics are being
sold, juice stands, jewelry, and clothing shops. The heart breaking people are those that sit
on the side of the street selling second hand shoes and odd, little junk
items. It is one thing to be selling
sunglasses, purses, or clothing-but the used items scattered amongst the dirt
road and the look in their eyes just breaks my heart.
I stop by the store to buy some red chili spice, caraway seeds,
and flax seeds. I tell the man I am from
India and he start listing off the famous actors, “Amintha Bacheud” “Kareena
Kapoor”, and “Sharuk Khan.” He then
lists off various cities in India and I just sit and smile. They are so proud
to show you they know about your country. Morocco and India are great friends
historically and culturally they share a lot in common.
I stopped in some other little shops, but one shop caught my
eye. It was a shop full of musical
instruments including some nice looking guitars. I asked the guy for, “Bzoof Zwine guitar.”
Translation: Big, beautiful guitar.
Without him reaching for it, I saw it in front of me, it was a nice
classic, dark brown guitar that was originally from Spain. He wanted 1300 DH, but I was trying to
bargain with him to pay 800DH.
Maybe someone is reading and thinking, “I didn’t know you play
guitar?” The guitar is not for me rather it would be for Mr. Casa. He loves
music and he used to play guitar-I just wanted to give him something to show
him that “I believe in him and I believe in his purpose.” I snapped back into
reality and told myself to not buy a guitar for someone you do not even talk
to, but I still just may do it.
After that it was time for me to meet my friend Louba for our
Beethoven concert at Cinema Rialto.
Normally, I would like to get dressed up, but I did not have time to go
home and change and it turns out neither did she. We laughed as we dodged the
red carpet embarrassed for not being dressed nicer.
Beethoven concert was lovely.
I did not take my eyes off the orchestra and just kept staring thinking
about the beauty of their collaboration and feeling thankful for the
experience. There was a lady blocking my view and it annoyed me a
bit, but I thought to myself, “Beethoven was blind” and he would like you to
enjoy the music not the vision. I tried
to close my eyes as I usually like to to do with classical music. I still kept
my eyes opened because I enjoy watching the different instruments strike at
different times with the melodies.
Louba’s sister also joined us and she was quite lovely-nice,
classy, and fashionable girls. Both
their company was so nice. She is so
sweet and caring towards me-taking my hand and walking with me through the
medina. Louba could have cancelled the show because her boyfriend was flying in
from Paris to surprise her, but she decided to go with me anyways. It was really sweet of her to keep her
word-this means a lot to me when Moroccans do this-it really, really does.
Thank god for today, thank god for today, thank god for today.
Blessed with a beautiful Day
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