Tuesday, March 5, 2013

Forgiveness And Morocco


When it comes to forgiveness in Morocco, forgiveness can truly be a beautiful thing.  If you have a bad day and you have some attitude or mood, the next day people can be sweet and kind to you.  People may not understand a difference in mood. They may question it and question you about it, but they will forgive you and let go of the incident.  In the US, it is common for people to hold onto grudges and question or judge ones behaviour, especially public behaviour and social norms to follow. If a person responds in a negative way, they are automatically labelled “crazy” instead of having some empathy or understanding for what a person is going through.

In Morocco, people want to help you and they want to understand what you are going through. Even if they have no understanding or previous experience with it, they are open to learning and helping you. It is a place where “forgiveness” and “empathy” is present and you can find in places you least expect. For example, there is an accident between two cars near my home and both people get out of the cars appearing a bit confused, but there is little anger present in their face. They shake hands, place their hands on their heart, and apologize to one another. It is a small incident, which produces an immediate forgiveness. They forgive each other quickly without engaging in feelings of anger or vengeful feelings towards one another.  There is immediate forgiveness and there is forgiveness that may take a bit of work, but at the end of the day-they will forgive because they believe in a higher power and their hearts are open to people being human and making mistakes.  

Forgiveness is a beautiful thing and Morocco is a beautiful country....

Kids Vs. Punks

In Morocco, there are the children who develop appropriately according to the social norms and values of their culture. They spend time with their friends and family and attend school regularly. They are polite, well-behaved, and go through the normal stages of development. They attend Moroccan schools or French schools and they are "kids" just being "kids" one could say.

On the other hand, you have those kids who are negatively impacted by their environment and/or upbringing. There are a variety of environmental and genetic factors, which lead to a child to be troubled, angry, afraid, confused, and misguided, especially in Morocco. While they are troubled and I have 100 percent awareness into this, they turn out to be those children who challenge authority and purposefully engage in behavior to upset others. They find everything they do funny and teasing others comes as a common everyday behavior.

These children who grow up confused and mislead grow up to be Moroccan punks. They ride around on bikes with black leather jackets and black pants with smug looks on their face. They will cat call at you on the streets and they will follow you when you walk. Their goal is to push your buttons and get a rise out of you and when they do this it makes them feel happy like their mission is accomplished. They do not work or go to school and they just spend all day on the streets. They contribute to the crime in the city engaging in muggings, robbery, and pickpocketing on a daily basis. They just go day by day engaging in a street behavior. They may have grown up in a broken home or they may just be troubled by their environment around them. I can see it in their eyes behind their smug looks that they are confused. My heart does have empathy for them, but they can have a tendency to annoy me, which I can clearly identify with the reason for this. It is sad that these children grow up with such sarcasm, hate for others, lack of regard, and a clear lack of guidance or role-models.
If you were left with little hope or did not have that role model, an organization involved or that someone to tell you everything will be okay. Would you be a good citizen of society? Or would you just wonder the streets engaging in bad behavior crying out to society to be helped and listened to?

Monday, March 4, 2013

The Day Has Finally Come

February 18, 2013

Mr. NYC Casa(my dreamy Moroccan boyfriend from New York) is arriving to Casa today.

When he said the words, "I am on the plane" I could not believe it. He was suppose to come over 2 months ago, but he was busy with work or who knows the real reason. I joke with him that I put up a "Missing Persons Report" in Casablanca since I have no idea where he is ha! He finds it very amusing and I find it to be true. He is just adorable, but quite a handful as he is always missing in action.  Keeping him in one place at one time was always difficult in New York and I figure things will be the same so I go into it with low, low expectations.  There is only room for one Moroccan heart break-not two. Stay tuned.....

Everybody is Somebody in CASA

The famous statement in Casa is "I'm kind of famous or everybody kind of knows me or I know Mr. X and I know Mr. Y." It is fascinating how people feel the need to receive attention or receive some satisfaction from name dropping and materialistic things. 

The people that are SOMEBODY in my book are those that are truly "wealthy" or "successful", but humble and kind. But in Casa, you have to prove your wealth-this indicates wealth if you know Mr. X, if you drive a range rover, you dress nice, you live in a villa, etc.

Wake up people and see what is going on here-inability to accept ones self for their accomplishments and own personalities, but having to use contacts and materalisic things to boost ones own ego and self-confidence, especially for a man.  It is always amusing to witness myself mention someone's name and have a friend say, "Oh I know him." Somtimes they do not even know the first name, the last name, their full title position, but they just automatically respond with this "Yeah I know him." It is truly cultural phenomenon to respond so automatically. People are really trying to prove themselves and complete their own insecurities.  They put up a guard to block their real feelings and layer it with superficiality and place who you know as important to their identity.   

5 Month Anniversary Morocco

February 15, 2012

5 month anniversary on Friday, February 15th. I enjoyed some nice cous cous at my students lovely villa.  When they make cous cous in the home, it must be made with meat so I make the exception to eat chicken every once and a while for cous cous Friday. Moroccans enjoy different types of meat in their cous cous and chicken is not really their favorite.  When I request chicken for cous cous, most families will make a whole extra, huge plate of cous cous just for me. I end up sharing it with one other person, but still it is meant to be shared between 4-6 people. They are very sweet making an extra dish of cous cous just for me-very sweet.

In the nighttime, I went out with my friend Fatima and her family to the new Anfa place. Anfa place just opened and it is another mall(competitor of the Morocco Mall). It has the standard commercial stores, but it also offers a new selection of stores coming from Europe and US. At first glance, it is not that exciting, but it does have a pretty location right on the Corniche with a nice outdoor view.  We enjoyed some sushi and it was nice spending time with her family- her sister, his brother and his wife, and their daughter. It is always nice spending time with families.

After we went to Vanity, which has Salsa Fridays. While I was not too fond on going there, Fatima's dances salsa and enjoys going there to see her Salsa friends. I decided to just go for a bit and act interested, but I just did not feel like dancing salsa. The last time I danced salsa was with my neighbor, which was one of my best nights in Casa- just love dancing with him.
The scene had nice energy and dancing so it was enjoyable to watch, but after an hour I requested to move locations to Bourgeois, which is one of my favorite places mainly because the cute atmosphere.  There happened to a wedding event so they had  live singer who was quite entertaining. He sang Arabic music and then switched off to singing "Party Rock" anthem and Shakira. He must have been from the US or UK and he dressed like a rock star- cool guy and interesting to see. Fatima had to work early therefore we left. Not the most eventful night and not the most amazing time, but gotta get out and try....

Are you lonely tonight?

My lovely, lovely quite religious student says to me,"I get a sense of loneliness from you Priscilla." We are just taking our five minute break and this is what comes up. Apparently, our spirits are both connected where he feels the lonelieness, which is present. Even with my positive, upbeat, and smiley attitude- he can see that it is just a mask to hide the loneliness that is really going on.  He reassures me that things will get better with time and I truly feel God's spirit when he says this statement-"Just hold on and things will change for the better."

After this discussion, I decided to be social and meet my friend at the Villa De Artes exhibit.  Natasha is also an expat, which I meant at her art exhibit in Racine. At the exhibit, we shared a lovely discussion with an art teacher from London, enjoyed some mini quiches, and commented on the various pieces.  There were two rooms filled with collages and the rooms upstairs had more abstract works. Towards the end of the show, I ran into a few friends from the other exhibits. They were so welcoming and friendly and they made me feel good.    At the end of the night, I didn't feel so lonely, but I felt happy to be around others and see my friend. 

The Lion and the Monkey

Sitting with my student we take our breaks together and we always seem to discuss something interesting.  It happened to be Valentines Day so we discussed "The Meaning of Valentines Day" in Morocco. He says that he does not consider Valentines Day a real holiday and believes it's just a day to profit-flower businesses, restaurants, and shopping stores making some extra money. He says that his wife and him do not believe in such things. Of course, I mention that this romantic girl believes that everyday should be a bit of Valentines Day.  In the Arab world, they actually need a Valentines day because being romantic is not something very common.  This is demonstrated in my students example of the "lion" and "the monkey."

He says that Moroccan men are like "lions" where they come to protect their women only when they need to or when the woman is in danger. There are men that may be like "monkeys"clinging to their women like monkeys to a tree branch.  They stay by their side and protect them at all times sunrise to sunset and they do not leave the woman unattended.  The Moroccan men like "Lions" show up when they need to show up and wonder around stray until they feel the need to be caring and protective.

I absolutely loved this analogy because I definitely find it to be true with Moroccan men be aloof, stay outdoors, be busy, and just come around when you need to remind the female lion you care and the times you need to protect her-true oh so true.......