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disrupted education

Posted in Uncategorized by Diana on September 30, 2011

On Fridays I have lunch with my host family.

Now that school is back in session, I wasn’t sure who would answer the door. Then again, of all the people who I would’ve guessed, Fatima, my youngest host aunt, would not have been on that list.

She’s the latest victim of disrupted education.

Dang it.

I really thought her road would be different. I thought she’d complete high school at the very least.

I was naïve.

She doesn’t even get to start high school.

I asked her several times why she wasn’t going to school anymore. Each time I received a lot of ambiguous responses.

She doesn’t want to anymore?

Bullsh*t. I don’t buy that.

In other news, Rkiya and Hayat, my two host sisters, are both in school now. They both go to school at noon on Fridays, which means I don’t get to have lunch with them anymore. I’m thinking of switching my host family lunch day to Saturdays so that I still get to spend time with them when I visit my host family.

 

 

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approached with a project

Posted in Uncategorized by Diana on September 29, 2011

While waiting at the taxi spot in site, a man named M’barek approached me with a project to do in another douar. The sbitar in D’har doesn’t have electricity.

This man was asking if I could help get electricity to that douar. Mohamed, the president of D’har, works in Rabat near the Peace Corps office.

M’barek and I exchanged contact info, he also gave me Mohamed’s cell phone number too.

Intrigued…hope I can do something for this douar.

mood: stay in site

Posted in Uncategorized by Diana on September 28, 2011

Lately, I’ve been in the mood to stay in site.

What a change from my first year of service…#personalgrowth

chocolate chips

Posted in Uncategorized by Diana on September 27, 2011

New discovery: Chocolate chips are sold in Essaouira!!!

1 kg of chocolate chips costs 55 dirhams.

Sold.

 

murder in IminTlit

Posted in Uncategorized by Diana on September 26, 2011

What better way to be greeted upon returning to site than a bunch of gendarmes standing at the entrance of and on the road above Imi nTlit.

What’s going on, I asked.

Apparently a guy was murdered on his way to souk. His throat, neck, and possibly arms and legs were slit.

Don’t worry though – the gendarmes and community have reassured me that the murder was a form of retaliation for an on-going dispute about land and money.

When are disputes not about land and money here?