My visit to the SIAM

Written by: Abderrahim – CorpsAfrica/Maroc Volunteer
Date: May 8, 2015

Dear my readers: My hand writes what my eyes see.

I was online and suddenly CorpsAfrica/Maroc staff posted good news in our Facebook group. I liked it and then wrote a comment saying thanks to them. I turned off my laptop, took a shower, had a look on my face on the mirror and then picked up my stuff running to the train station. I got the ticket but unfortunately I had to wait 2 hours. The train I supposed to take left, since it was holiday and a lot of people took the same destination. The train arrived to the station. People get in. Travelers were in rush to have places where to seat. Some of them carried big and heavy bags which cluttered the hall.

Soussi1While I found a place to sit, I took a deep breath then turned on my laptop. I kindly asked myself if I want to watch a movie and the response was yes. I put the movie “The Fault in Our Stars”. A very great movie a person can watch. On inspiring story which highlights the situation of people who holds cancer. At a moment the movie ended but still had some time left to arrive. I slept a while and talked a while with people who seated next to me. The train stopped at Meeknes station. I carried my bag and leftward the station. I called my friend. He answered “I am in the Agriculture Forum, Come”. I took the taxi and had a nice journey with my friends in the forum.Soussi3

Before that I got surprised with the huge number of people visiting the forum. It was hell to find a ticket in a very sunny day. I was also astonished that the visitors pay 30 DH for the ticket to get into the forum in public days which supposed to be free. So strange! I wasn’t planned for it. Thousands of people, Male and Female, young and old were fighting to get inside the forum even they had tickets. They weren’t patient enough to stand outside waiting their turn to get in which sometimes lead the police to intervene. The saddest thing I experienced during the second day was a very young girls crying because they were afraid of what was going on between the people and the police. It seemed to be like a bottle of war between the visitors and the police for the reason that some people were yelling at the police because they didn’t let them get in since they were trying to organize the huge number of visitors.

Soussi2Inside the forum was outstanding. It made me forgot all what happened outside. International companies, national ones and local Cooperatives everywhere in a huge space. It took me hours and hours to see major angles of the forum but not all. My community’s local Saffron cooperative was part of the event which I was very proud of. I stayed with them and help them in selling the red golden. People from different countries and all regions of Morocco had a visit to our Saffron cooperatives.  Soussi4

I also visited different local cooperatives which gave me a general image about Moroccan products in all the regions. The forum was rich with cooperatives experiences in the field and with national agricultural products as well as international inventions. The forum was a great chance for me and for all the participants in addition to visitors to exchange their skills, products, information and share last inventions in the market. Once again, the forum showed to be the best location for agriculture professionals to meet once a year to share their case to the world.

What were like for you my dear readers who visited the forum?


The Migration

Written by Adnane – CorpsAfrica/Maroc Volunteer
Date: May 7, 2015


The village near El Jadida, and it’s the beginning of April. Inside the café or beside Hanut the guys that are concerned are discussing the latest preparation starting from the truck that would carry the fishing materials, such as the fishing nets, the transportation that would take them to Dakhla city, and many other details. After one week they would start their journey. It’s the season of migration to the south!adnane1

My site is a coastal village near el jadida, so it’s normal that the majority of its population work in fishing. It’s like a small-scale fishery community. Their work is highly related to weather; nice weather means sunny day, calm sea, so let’s go fishing. On the other hand, bad weather means rough sea, no one can ride his boat and enter the sea, and then it’s an open vacation till the sea calm down again. Almost they spend their leisure time in the café playing card, drinking tea, and watching football games. In fact, climate fluctuation during the winter and spring are behind the idea of migrating for two months to Al Dakhla during this time of year in order to work in fishing.

Before they set up the journey, they need to get some things fixed. For example they send their fishing nets and their boats’ engines in a truck, and they get sure that their families have enough money to spend until they come back. The villages’s transporter is the person who is responsible for carrying them to Dakhla city.adanae2

Dakhla is a city that exists in the Moroccan Sahara. The city is famous of sport tourism such as surfing and various beach sports which makes it a destination for amateur surfing tourists. It has a moderate warm weather in the winter which helps fish to spawn. Besides that, its port is classified as one of the important one in Africa in the field of maritime fishing. All these ingredients make it the favorite destination to the fishermen. In other words, getting in there means they would enter the sea, almost, for consecutive days, catching more fish, and thus earning more money.adanane4

However, not everyone can do it unless he is brave and courageous. To head from the village to the heart Sahara you need two-days travelling in a dangerous road. It’s dangerous because of the number of accidents that happen on it. For example, while I’m living in douar, a scary accident on this road (in Boujdour) took the life of five people; two of them are from the douar. Moreover, in Sahara, besides working, they have to deal with housework such as cooking, washing clothes, cleaning, and other stuff.adnane5

Usually, the end of June is the date when most of them return to the village for some reasons. To start with, they prefer to spend Ramadan in the village with their families and celebrate this holly month. Besides that, during the summer, working in fishing in the douar is good as the weather is nice, the fish is diverse, and a lot of tourists pay a visit to this area in order to summer.

The fishermen use the money they bring from working in Dakhla in building or repairing their houses, buying new furniture, buying fishing materials for their boats, etc. one guy from the village told me:”going there for two months gives us a surplus to buy things we can’t buy it through working here only”.

adnane7Thank you for reading this blog. I will report more stories from my site; just keep reading.

Guest Blog Post: Drop by Drop

Written by: Zach Tilton & Julie Hawke – Returned Peace Corps Volunteers, Morocco

“Qotra b Qotra tayhemel lewad” is a Moroccan proverb that translates to drop by drop the river rises. As newly minted Peace Corps volunteers, my wife and I learned just how true this saying was during our first week of service in our final site, Sidi Slimane. We had just finished two months of community-based training and found ourselves planning and facilitating a seasonal English immersion camp. On the first day of camp, one by one the youth trickled through the doors of the dar chebab, or youth house, but the steady flow of youth didn’t seem to stop. Eventually, we were the ones immersed, and it wasn’t in English. Just when I had thought we had exhausted every new word of Arabic and group energizer we knew, Soufien arrived.

unnamed (1)Soufien and his friend had heard about the Americans coming to town from the supervisor of the youth house and came out to offer his assistance. For the rest of the day, Soufien and his friend helped us manage, entertain, and teach the youth and continued to do so throughout the duration of the camp. That week, when the river rose, Soufien was our lifesaver.

Soufien continued to play an integral role in supporting my wife and I integrate into the community and grow accustomed to our work as youth development volunteers. If there was a camp, club, or class, he was there, or there before to help us prepare for the occasion. Beyond technical assistance, he was a sympathetic listener, a facilitator of intercultural understanding, and most of all, he had become a dear friend.

About halfway through our service Soufien found out about CorpsAfrica/Maroc, and the opportunity it provided for young Moroccans like himself to take their spirit of volunteerism and serve those outside of their communities for a year in rural Morocco. After applying and being selected, he went through a similar training process that we underwent when we joined the Peace Corps. Eventually, he found himself learning a new language while integrating into a small village in the High Atlas Mountain range to work alongside community members as they sought to address their communities needs.

Although Soufien didn’t have access to internet in his village, we would communicate from time to time by phone, or when he and his CorpsAfrica/Maroc counterparts would travel to a larger town for emails. It was great to hear of his new cultural and work experiences, and in turn be the space for processing these things like he was for us when we were first experiencing them.

Throughout our time in Morocco, we encountered youth who were growing more and more disillusioned with limited to nonexistent work opportunities. They would often lament, “In order to get a job, you need experience, and in order to get experience, you need a job.” We felt their frustration and wanted to provide for them the hope they would need in order to succeed in the future. And for that, we looked to our friend, Soufien.

Despite experiencing the same lack of opportunities, he didn’t wait for the circumstances to change, instead, he went out and engaged in his community. That’s where we met him, working alongside us to help his peers and friends have outlets for positive youth development. No one paid him, and no one forced him to do so. He made the opportunities arise, and he did so by serving others. And that’s when we realized, the key to the work/experience conundrum was volunteerism.

unnamedTaking cues from Soufien, we started a volunteerism club where youth would be able gain experience and develop skills while serving their community. After some initial service, the youth dreamed up an idea to bring together other youth leaders from around the country to Sidi Slimane for a week-long conference on civic engagement, leadership, and peacebuilding. During this summit, we applied for and received a license to hold a TEDx event where Moroccan leaders and innovators could come and share their inspiring stories. Naturally, we invited Soufien to come and share some of his reflections on serving as a CorpsAfrica/Maroc volunteer.

While we did our best to have a stacked program of speakers for the event including technologists, entrepreneurs, artists, and community organizers from all over Morocco, Soufien was a hometown favorite. In front of a packed auditorium of friends and neighbors, Soufien shared with us the mission of CorpsAfrica/Maroc and some of the lessons he was learning as a volunteer. He talked about his rural mountain village and the projects he was working on with the community. He spoke to his experience leaving his comfort zone and the growth he was having while serving others. He invited the audience to learn more about CorpsAfrica/Maroc and to apply. He spoke of hope of a brighter future through serving fellow Moroccans.

Before the event we placed paper cut-outs of drops of water underneath each of the chairs in the audience. Toward the end of the event we asked them to write down one thing that inspired them from the evening and something they wanted to do because of it. Before the audience members left the auditorium, we collected their paper droplets and displayed them outside, around a world map the volunteerism club had painted months prior. On many of the droplets were intentions to join CorpsAfrica/Maroc to serve and grow like Soufien was. That night Moroccan youth raised their voices and drop by drop flooded the map of the world with ideas for action and visions of a bright future. And it all started with one droplet, serving in CorpsAfrica/Maroc, named Soufien.

Hassan’s Face

Written by: Badr – CorpsAfrica/Maroc Volunteer
Date: April 27, 2015

“Water, vegetables and Hassan’s face”

With these words my host at my site started his explanation about the human needs in this life, after he took a long drag from his traditional pipe. The equation looked so simple.

At first, I couldn’t understand what he means by “Hassan’s face”  he said this with his regional pronunciation, full of rural colloquialisms.

I thought that he meant “the beautiful face”  because Hassan means both a name or good thing, beautiful or handsome, in Arabic.

I asked “What does Hassan’s face means?”

“Hassan the 2nd; the Moroccan former king, you don’t know him?” my host replied.

Then I rephrased his statement, my host meant “water, vegetables, and money equals life”, since our national currency has the picture of the Hassan the 2nd  on it.

The following day, my host and I made a fine traditional Moroccan soup, with all the spices  needed to be tasty.  As he had been giving me instructions while I had been preparing that meal, when I realized he doesn’t even know how to make it.

My host explained convincingly that a man could cook and prepares everything he needs and the task, woman used to do, the machine does it in our modern life.

“Women are only for producing children and sex,” my host said.

He explained “We don’t need women anymore for housekeeping as long as we can do it with the help of machine; we can have laundry machine, the bread is at the bakery, man can cook for himself. Tell me, what could women actually do?” my host asked me. “They are no more than children bringers, and a way to have sex”

My host shared with me his desire to remarry. We arrived at this because radio is blaring all day long, and he is careful to not missing a show that debates about couples sexuality. He explained, his wife is ill, therefore, he needs to have another one, but her little daughter doesn’t like the idea. Therefore, he wants someone to call the radio broadcasters, he is following the show, and hoping to explain to them his situation. He hopes, the broadcast can find him a solution.

I said “Yesterday, you explained that you only need, water, vegetables, and money, am I right? But now, you don’t just need money, you added an important element, you need a woman, too.”

This reminded me of our training, the facilitator asked “What you would like to bring with you if YOU are going to live at a deserted island?” I pose the same question to you, reader. Hold on, you have the right to choose three things to take them with you. I hope you can make a good choices.

The other volunteers and I answered our facilitator. However, all the answers were mainly around material stuff. The important thing was that the majority of the volunteers and I recognized after we went to our sleeping headquarters, it would be better to say that we would bring a person. It is important to have a woman in a man’s life, or really to have a partner with you. It’s not only to have children, some of us explained, if a human wants to think and talk to someone.

It makes sense that my host realized that he needs a female around him, after he created his first superficial, motto of life “water, vegetables, Hassan’s face”

These three elements weren’t more than symbols, we have around 60 litters of water that I have to run to bring, I will hear my host warning me that we don’t have a cart and mule to bring water from the well.

Vegetables, these are what my host cultivates in order to eat and have.

Extra money to bring other goods and even hashish sometimes. Since he cultivated peas in winter season, but all the surrounding lands planted the same. Therefore the market has surplus of peas. “Ask god! The peas crop of our neighbor, wouldn’t make a good price, we will be eating peas for an extra month,” my host was giggled; an Arabic proverb said “The disasters of a nation it’s a benefit for others.”

A joke said, once upon a time, it was a contest, and there were three men from different nations, one of them was Moroccan, they asked each one to ask a request something and they would give it to the man and then do it twice to his good friend at home.  Our Moroccan fellow asked them to poke his eye out. And his friend went blind

Hassan’s face, my host used as a metaphor for money, the money needed in order to have the ability to remarry wasn’t.  While on the subject of his desire to have a black sub sub-Saharan woman; he wants a strong one, one with tough attitude and hard face that can make everybody around his village get frightened. Hassan’s the 2nd was an authoritative king who didn’t blink or get shy when he used to give speeches. With his voice full of disdain for the modern era, I didn’t know he who was comparing to who!

Shall I ask him?

My host summed up everything in these three symbols of water, vegetables, money. Each one can bring the others and so on. Water since he is always look for somebody with a cart to bring water to his home, or he is thinking to repair his engine to pump water to his fruit trees. Crops because he wants to cultivate, harvest, and sell his crops. A power that can bring money then that money can enable him to bring home a strong woman, as strong as king Hassan the 2nd.

What do you think, Dear Reader?

Let Their Life Be My Message

Written by: Abderrahim – CorpsAfrica/Maroc Volunteer
Date: May 2, 2015

TDSCF3578hey were born with big dreams and end with no dream. This is the situation for the majority of kids in rural areas. Their life conditions imped their dreams into reality. In the small villages around Morocco, childhood is totally dissimilar to life in the big cities. They suffer before their birth. Life conditions are very challenging. Women feel pain before they give birth. The rising period is much harder because of many reasons including harshness of weather, absence of hospitals, in addition to disease because of nourishment abuse.

Life for kids in the rural areas is totally messed up. They are patient, strong but lost. Their childhood period is not comparable to other kids. It is not about parties, games or entertainments but it‘s about sorrowful and down-hearted life. When they grow up, they could only remember hard moments they experienced. The first thing they could remember is the freezing mornings with heavy school bags they carry every day. They could taste piece of bread their moms put every day in school bags, the beat of teachers, coldest classrooms and the harsh life conditions they lived every single day.

DSCF3649While schooling, holidays were and still much longer than schooling days. They do not attend school if it rains, snows, vacations, when teachers felt not fine or travel besides countless reasons. The good students were those who bring bread, eggs, milk as well as couscous for teachers. In this case I am blaming neither those teachers nor those kids.

Honestly speaking, those kids were kindly slaves. The common punishments ways they have had experienced was being beaten under their feet. It is known by “Alfalaka”. But no longer, because of that majority of them dropped out of school and left their villages in order to work in the cities.

After school, kids always went to the mosque for learning the Holy Quran. If they have school morning DSCF3242they should go to the mosque at the afternoon and vice versa. They used to be punished at the mosque as well with believing that Imam’s beats makes them strong. Going to school and mosque was a real rotten for them. In vacations kids often go with their parents to mountains for firewood, to the fields, mashing almonds and other home work.

In my region as an example which is a small neglected group of villages, families spent at least three months in a place named “TADRART”. It is a second home for them. It is far by three hours walk in the way to “Seroua Mountains”. People used to go there every summer because of its good weather and have some fields’ work including Saffron, apples, wheat and vegetables. It is a place with no electricity and even basic life conditions. As kids, we used to do all kind of job our parents or grandparents asked us to do. For instance we used to work in the agriculture or as shepherd. Thus, what DSCF3272are we expecting from those kids to be? How do we want them not to drop of school? How do we expect their future to be?

Nowadays it is a fact that children in rural areas have been found suffering from various issues counting their weak education as well as health problems. Children living in remote areas are almost twice as likely to have different diseases because of the bad conditions they are living in. At the end, some people live a king life in contrasts others live as slaves of misery.

Pre-Service Training

Written by: Omar T. – CorpsAfrica/Maroc Volunteer
Date: April 10, 2015

My New World Dear fellows and supporters: My duty, as a Moroccan citizen, gave me a sense of belonging to my identity. Today, I would like to share with you all my journey training with CorpsAfrica. As a starting point to my new journey life changing experience, I will shed light on the most unforgettable moments during the training.omart

The 28th of December was the first meeting with my comrades and board members in the complex sportive Bourgougne. It was night when every one of us started introducing himself and his background. Indeed, the meeting was like a bridge that allowed me to know with whom I am. The first week of the training was about the design thinking process which took place in Sidi Moumen cultural centre. Mr. Garrett was the facilitator of this new concept. It’s a way of thinking that can give its users the creative resolution of the problem and creation of solution. In fact, being and living every moment with new people as a family group is something new for me. We had a lot of fun and joy, I learnt how to be self-confident and flexible with different cases.omart3


Eventually, the second week of the program was about the first aid. The Red Crescent taught us the basic self- protection; I mean how can we save ourselves from harm and help others in danger in case there is an accident. The training was fruitful for me because now, at least, I can inform the authorities about a certain danger or accident.omart4

Moving on, exactly in the complex sportive Bourgougne, we had various international and national NGO’S meeting that really inspired me by their projects. When you know your bottom line, it becomes much easier to know how you are doing in any given area or situation. Most people begin using strategic thinking to solve a problem or plan a way to meet an objective, they often make the mistake by jumping immediately to figure out how to accomplish it. Instead of asking how, we should first ask why. Those words is the main thing I learnt from the training.omart5

The third week of the training started from Casablanca to various cities across Morocco. We went to Salma and Abdsamad’s sites besides visiting the OCPF office in Safi. Moreover, in the early morning, we travelled to Ifrane so as to attend many presentations in Al Akhawayn University; it was a snowing night when we arrived. Actually, most of the volunteers had great enjoybale moments. The lectures were mainly about human development and leadership skills. Personally, attending such presentations in AUI creates an endless support and ideas to my mind. Honestly speaking, the teachers helped us a lot in gathering information that can help me implementing it in my site.omart6

The whole thing started with an email and end up by a swearing-in ceremony. The training is over, now the waiting event came true. We will witness the inspired moment to take the pledge of service. Providing young adults in Morocco the opportunity to serve as volunteers in our communities to help drive solutions to poverty was the sole logo of all of us and the attendance. See you in the future with       more blogs soon. Sincerely.omart7

Sad Event

Written by: Rachida – CorpsAfrica/Maroc Volunteer
Date: April 10, 2015

DSCF2763I spent three days with my host family which contain with a mother, father, and four daughters. The family is nice / modest; they welcomed me and look happy for staying and live in with them. They value teachers and were asking me all the time to help their children in studies/homework. The mother follows me and insists to help her children for getting good marks at school. Really, I feel that I am a little bit stressed by insisting to spend the whole day just teaching/explaining lessons to her girls even that I tried to explain to her that I am not a teacher and my mission is different. She didn’t want to understand. You know why!! Sometimes, I can understand her; she wants to see her daughters in the future better than her and thinks I am the one who will achieve her dream. She deserves that because she is a strong mom working inside and outside home, is struggling so as to let her kids still studying. I am trying to do all my best for them but even that I need some free time for myself.

When I was in my way to school I heard a loudly voice coming from the mosque informing the people of the village that “Lamaalam” the father of my host mum died ان لله وانا اليه راجعون, Heartbreak by hearing this sad news, even I see him just twice time I cannot control myself when I heard the news I started crying and remembering what he said when I arrived “you should know that you are most welcome and feel as you are at your home, now you are my daughter Rashida that I lost” ohh what a strong feeling!!! ….

DSCF2774Let me telling you the story in order of being in the context, my host mum lost her sister called “Rashida” and was in the same age of mine the whole family were happy to see me also treat me as am I her. At the beginning, I didn’t accept that way of taking care of me and thinking maybe I can replace someone died. However, in the same time it is good to integrate so quick by being a member of this family without forgetting that is a known family in the village and has a strong power. I spent the whole week with them trying to be beside my host mom and helping her in cooking, cleaning and everything. At the same time, it was an opportunity to know all people of the village without exception (kids, women, men). As the quotes said “مصائب قوم عند قوم فوائد”, the funeral helped to integrate quickly and knowing all people of the village without exception. Now, I am not Rashida who coming from the North but I am Rashida who died and coming back alive again. ☹☹☹ I cannot define my feeling is mixed between angriness and anxious.

The next blog coming soon ☺

My name is Abdelali and they call me Ali the Sufi.

Written by: Abdelali – CorpsAfrica/Maroc Volunteer

10455449_10202009258100649_2596519494707800889_nFive years ago, I packed a small bag and thought of taking a long journey on my own. I walked for miles in the land of ALLAH, seeking a certain peace within my soul amongst nature and its’ inhabitants. A day away was all I could manage, and I returned home, feeling weak and melancholy, with no desire to return on this journey anytime soon.

I was born in 1989, in the city of Fez to wonderful and caring parents who named me Abdelali on the seventh day after my birth as it was already written on the “Preserved Slate”. To both of my parents, I was the ‘awesome’ son out of a busload of eleven children. We all lived together in a small and modest home that was always filled with warmth, love and harmony, with the blessing of ALLAH. However, I was not fortunate enough to be spoiled by my parents as we come from very humble surroundings where hard physical labor was all that we knew to make ends meet.

In order to cover the expenses of my education, my Mother pushed me to secure employment at an early age, in the field of handicrafts such as tailoring and jewelry making. I earned very little engaging in such menial work and therefore, accompanied with my desire for a higher income, I decided the best way to earn a better wage, was to work in the field of construction. Even though, my stature was lean and slender, I was always told that my bones were “strong enough to handle the harsh work of construction”.

Although, I was studying towards a major in Science, I was helplessly in love with literature and English as a foreign language. During my secondary and high school years, my school friends and I lived only for the thrill and adventure that accompanied our spirit of youth, even if we knew Education was the best route to our future success. But, I pursued my love to the English Language, which later led me to get a Bachelor of Arts in English Studies and then study Sufi literature as a personal field of interest.

At that very tender age, I was also a strong believer in Islamic Education, so, I did my best to attend most of the religious sessions of all the Sheikhs in the local Masjids of my neighborhood and revised Quran under their strict supervision. In addition to that, I carried myself as a God fearing individual and therefore I was a good example to most of my fellow school friends. During certain school events and ceremonies, I often would lead the Salah in the absence of the Imam, and recite the holy Quran, especially during the school events organized in the blessed month of Ramadan.

259380_10150275806720465_4976507_oI am always mesmerized by the beauty and sublimity of the Diamond River of Fez, as it is drawn in my imagination—the stream flowing gently beneath the sacred grounds, standing walls and narrow streets of Fez. I will forever be enthralled by the souls of the Salihin who roamed the streets, squares, Masjids and Quranic schools of Fez, with their spirituality and knowledge, their spirits will forever be flying over the Medina and cover it with their purity of souls. They are called Sufis and I have the honor to be called so.

Now, I can feel the desire to walk for miles and miles with a strong feeling of peace in my soul and a full trust in nature and its’ inhabitants, but it must be a round trip because I miss everyone and everyplace that puts an irremovable thumb of love on my heart.

Hard Days, Empty Pocket

Written by: Rashida – CorpsAfrica/Maroc Volunteer
Date: April 9. 2015


DSCF2728In the month of March, the members of Corps Africa start heading from Eljadida to their sites. Unfortunately, after spending a month in Eljadida waiting for the assignment, and I spent all money. When the authority called/ informed me that he found the host family and I need to move to my site. I cannot because I have no money in my pocket. It was a hard days that I have spent ever, I feel frustrated. You know, I was in a way to give up because when someone find him/herself moneyless without forgetting that he/she is far from his/her family who can support him/her , oh what a bad feeling/situation. In this case, I lost my conscious and don’t know what I should do but thanks to my colleague Abdelali who encourages me and being besides me whenever I need him.

DSCF2761Alhamdulillah I received an amount of money from Corps Africa. Furthermore, I took my heavy stuff immediately to the bus station. It was a rainy day that’s why a little bit difficult to carry my luggage and go speedily. I received the money at 1h45 p.m the bus take leave at 2h15 p.m. I carry just two big bag bags, but you know when I asked the bus driver instead of telling me that the bus will go at 2h15, told me “we will go from the station at 2h30 p.m you can go and carry the rest of your stuff just be here at 2h30”. I went to the apartment for paying the renting and carry my luggage. I was back to the station at 2h22 p.m but what I didn’t know that the worst thing is coming to start; a man at the door of the station told me that the bus had left. Ohhh what a hell!! I feel anxious I don’t know what I am going to do because half of my stuff is in the bus and I don’t know/ have the number of the driver. I took a taxi the driver asked me “where you want to go” I replied “I don’t know, the bus took half of my stuff” I gave him the name of the bus thanks to Allah the driver was kind. He drives so fast till he stopped in front of the bus at the station of gas.

DSCF2760Let me telling you the story that happened inside the bus. During my way inside the bus, my colleague Ibrahim called me so I was talking with him an old man sitting in front of me was listening and concentrating about what I am saying my words was mixed by English when I finished the call. He said “you have prosperity, is difficult to be away the member of your family” thinking that I am a rich girl. I laughed and replied “no, uncle” then I explained to him but he insisted that I have fortune. Even I was anxious I started laughing what a funny and mysterious situation when you know well what you have and others think in contrast.

Just after a while, most of people in the bus start talking/saying weird things,    and asking me from where I came and why I am going to this site. They were curious may be they believe that what the old man said is true who knows what is going in their minds. I repeated to them several times that I am a volunteer that’s why I am going there, but you know it is not easy to let someone change his think about you especially if he believes in his saying. Finally, I arrived to the site I found “Lamkadam” waiting me with pushcart ohh again another challenging or we can call it just experience. The next blog is coming soon ☺DSCF2771

Beyond Self-Searching Journey

Written by: Omar T. – CorpsAfrica/Maroc Volunteer
Date: April 6, 2015

omart3Hi! Hope my words find you in excellent health. So, bienvenue to my first CorpsAfrica blog. First and foremost, I would like to thank you for your support and trust. I want to introduce myself and background to you.

Dear Readers: It has been so long time since I was looking for a chance to express myself and thoughts as well as my background and who I am. Indeed, this chance came true; thanks CorpsAfrica… “A simple act of caring creates an endless ripple that comes back to you”. This quote, since I read it, influenced my thoughts deeply, because after you finish reading my blog, you will know how.

Anyway, my name is Omar and I was born in Targuist in 1990. Today, I am proud to say that I am a Moroccan from the region of Senhaja Rif. Every human being has a special goals trying to achieve in his life in a very given period of time. In fact, life is not that ease to live like; one should bear in mind the fact that whatever we face in the world just face it strongly till the last breathe. Before long time I wrote this, I was very happy with my story. My loving habit, since childhood, was that I admire trying and innovate new frameworks of expression. I always felt that we are created for a great purpose. So, when you know within yourself that there is something you want to do, that all of us, as a human nature, have something that we are supposed to do in order to give us a responsibility, a responsibility that allow us to spread peace and tolerance,and share love, and respect in the world.omart2

I lived and grew up in humility and simplicity, and overall modesty. When I was a child, I used to watch my parent’s behaviors; I mean, how they acted with others. Since that time till now, I tried my best to be like my ever remembered father, he was very kind and generous. He always gave the helping hand to those who are in need. Anyway, I do believe that inside me there is some goodness I want to share with others. Unfortunately, I lost my father in my childhood, but I conferred his spirit and charisma. In that time, my father told me, and it was the last words I heard from him: never bend; stick up for your rights and help others.

The innocent of a child and the tears of sadness affected my life’s path that took a newer curve. My only catchwordn as one of the greatest said, is “ we cannot be sure of having something to live for unless we are willing to die for it”. So, the thing that I am living for, and which I conquested a long the years, is the dignity and freedom of human. Of course, yes for change, the change that starts from myself first.

Eventually, exactly in my first high school’s year, I engaged in social activities and voluntary woks. I was a foot-ball player with many clubs in where I was travelling a lot. The thing that gives me a sense of self-discovering. 2014 was my graduated year, my starting point to all my dreams that I want to achieve has begun. After finishing my B.A studies in English culture and literature, I started looking for an opportunity that can go with my habits and competences; an opportunity that can change one’s life from nothing to something.

One day, a teacher of mine, while we were talking about the idea of how can we participate in making change in the community level, how can we achieve development through social activities, told me to apply in CoprsAfrica application. Honestly speaking, in the very beginning, I did not even know what does really a NGO’s means? Later, after reading about the goodness of CorpsAfrica , working with them was a dream that comes true. I am so proud and happy of being part of CorpsAfrica family, of being at least a mediation of making change in our community level.omart1