Sunday, November 17, 2013

"From Morocco, with love"

I dropped off on updating this blog after my travels ended, but this month, I received a message from someone in Morocco responding to one of my blog posts during the time I lived there. In February 2011, I wrote a very frustrated post after I was harassed on the streets of Rabat. A stranger sent me this email responding to the post, and it reminded me of how lovely people can be:
Subject: From Morocco, with love
"I just read your article The Few Times When I Hate Morocco. 
It's really sad because this happened in my hometown, Rabat, and in my neighborhood, L'océan.  
I just wanted to cheer you up and I hope that you don't hate Morocco that much and that you will come back later. 
Best regards!"
Thanks Ashraf for the kind note. The good experiences and wonderful people I met outweighed the bad, and I hope to return for a visit someday! 

Monday, May 16, 2011

My year in pictures

In January, I left for Cairo, Egypt where I expected to study for 5 months. There I saw the amazing wonders of the world - the Great Pyramids of Giza.

The semester was disrupted on January 25th, when protests broke throughout the city and led to an uprising that eventually toppled the country's 30-year incumbent President Mubarak.
After a 5-day lockdown in Cairo, we were finally evacuated to Athens, Greece where we stayed for 36 hrs to decide our next moves.

I decided to finish off my semester in the city of Rabat, Morocco. I moved in with a Moroccan host family and began a new program.
After settling into Rabat, I had my first excursion to Fes, the 2nd largest city in Morocco. There I was turned into a bride in a mock Moroccan wedding.
On the way back to Rabat from Fes, I stopped at the Volubilis, the largest ancient Roman ruins in North Africa. Or the perfect place to play hide and seek.
The following weekend, I visited the city of Casablanca, where I saw the famous Rick's Cafe and Masjid Hassan II, the 5th largest mosque in the world.
In the first weekend of March, I spent a 3-night weekend in Madrid, Spain where I visited Puerto de Sol, Plaza Mayor, had real Spanish paella, and saw a Spanish drag show.
I spent spring break in London with my cousins. We saw MJ's Thriller in theatre. It was probably the best week of the entire semester. My family is awesome.
While in London, my cousin and I took a day trip to Paris where we visited the Eiffel Tower and the Louvre. J'adore Paris.
After returning from spring break, our program took us on our 2nd excursion to the North of Morocco to the city of Tangier. We went into the Hercules cave which overlooks the Atlantic ocean.
After Tangier, I headed to the blue and white city of Chefchaouen. Quiet and between the mountains, it's a hidden treasure in the country. 
The following weekend I traveled to the Sahara desert, where I trekked for hours on a camel and camped in the vast emptiness. An experience unlike any other. 
At the end of April, I had my last excursion to the city of Marrakech, the main tourist city in Morocco. This very square was victim to a terrorist attack just 3 days after our visit. 
Finally in mid-May, the time came to leave Morocco. But I'd never looked more forward to going home.
6 countries, 15 cities, 13 flights. Different languages, culture shocks, ethnic foods. Revolutions, uprisings, protests, terrorist attacks. What a crazy year.

Friday, May 13, 2011

Home at last

This is gonna be a quick jet lagged post as I've got a massive headache and am utterly exhausted. I reached home around 4 pm yesterday and I have never been so glad to be in Jersey. The moment the plane touched the ground and sped down the runway, I exhaled as though I'd been holding my breath for five months. It was a similar feeling to the moment when I landed in Greece after being locked down in Cairo for five days straight during the revolution in January. Pure, utter, unadulterated relief.

After the mad dash around the airport through customs and baggage claim, I found my mother who gave me a huge bear hug and told me it was as though I was returning after being married- I told her I felt more like I was returning from war. When we got home, I met the rest of my family members - aunts, cousins, my uncle. The phone rang and rang with people welcoming me home but all I could think of was a long, hot shower (feeling properly clean for the first time in months) and a long-awaited reunion with my wonderful bed. After sleeping on a tiny, hard couch in a minuscule shared room for months, my bed feels like heaven. As I snuggled under my comforter, I could almost feel all my muscles relax in the familiar surroundings of my bedroom.

For everyone who has asked me to meet up, I'll get back to everyone soon. My globe-trotting days are done for the year and there is a long, relaxing summer of unwinding to look forward to. At the moment, I'm just so relieved to be home and can fully appreciate why people call America the greatest country on Earth. Home at last.

Wednesday, May 11, 2011

Nothing left to say but goodbye

They call the country of Morocco 'Maghrib' - "where the sun sets." The sun is setting now as the azan for the evening prayer rings throughout the city and this unbelievably long semester finally comes to a close. There have been good times, great times, bad times, and awful times, but I definitely won't forget any of them. I don't feel sad because I've been waiting for this day for so long, but I feel an odd sense of zen as I reflect back on this year and think of everything I've been through. I thought of the things I'm going to miss and here's my list: halal food, morning azan, Arabic, and my host mother Meriem. Not necessarily in that order. Meriem is the biggest sweetheart and she gave me a huge wrapped box as my parting present, which she told me is a Moroccan tea kettle. Can't wait to open it when I get home. Other than that, Morocco will always be here if I choose to come back, insh'Allah. It's been quite the experience but I've never been more ready to go home.

مع السلامة المغرب
M'assalema Morocco. Until we meet again.

Update 10:14pm: The taxi just came to pick me up and we're driving to the airport now. As I was saying bye to Meriem, we both teared up. Well what do you know? <3

Tuesday, May 10, 2011

My Arabic final

If there's one thing I learned this semester, it's that I'm awesome at Arabic, all modesty aside. Of course I had already memorized tons of suras in the Qur'an since I was a kid, but this semester I re-learned the alphabet, perfected my writing, covered 8 chapters in Al-Kitaab, learned how to speak in conversation, and passed every exam in the class with an A+. What. Up.

My main reason for coming and the best part of being abroad, hands down.

Monday, May 9, 2011

Got my nails did

Got a French mani and pedi today for 80 dirhams, aka $10. Can't beat that.

Tuesday, May 3, 2011

The man who hijacked my religion

This week when the news broke that America’s most wanted terrorist of 10 years had been killed, like all Americans I was relieved. Osama bin Laden’s death symbolizes a lot of things for Americans. Patriotism. Relief. Justice. But for Muslim-Americans, it signifies the death of the man who in one day destroyed the image of Islam in the United States.

September 11th 2001 affected me in three ways: as an American, as a New Yorker, and mostly as a Muslim. As an American, I grieved with millions of others over the 3000 lives that had been lost that day. As a New Yorker, I was horrified that my home city had been subject to such a brutal and merciless attack. However, as a Muslim, I have been dealing with the consequences of 9/11 for ten years because Muslims all over the world were overshadowed by the extremists who took over as the new face of Islam.

Muslims have been subject to continuous abuse and attacks for the past decade. Islamophobia has become viciously prevalent in our society due to hateful and unjust commentary by politicians who use the fear of radicalism to create fear of the religion itself. Islam has been demonized to the point where it is acceptable and even encouraged to openly make anti-Muslim remarks as a campaign booster.

The extremists who hijacked our religion have made it harder to be a Muslim in today’s world. Every time I hear the news of bombings, the first thing I now think is, “Please don’t let it be a Muslim.” Every time I board a flight, I’m subject to random searches because of the color of my skin. When the topic of 9/11 comes up in conversation, I have to be extra careful with what I say because my words will be judged as those of a Muslim, not of an American.

I still remember watching the Twin Towers go down in smoke from the window of my school in Queens when I was 13 years old. I remember parents rushing to the school to pick up their children in panic. And I remember my mother refusing to let us out of the house in the following days because Muslims, both children and adults, were being attacked throughout the city. It was a scary time to be a Muslim, and the situation today hasn't improved much.

Bin Laden’s death does not change a much in the face of global terrorism or foreign policy. One man’s death does not justify the hundreds of thousands of lives that have been lost in the war against terror. In reality his death is nothing more than a reminder of all the lives that have been lost due to terrorism.

Yet, as I watched people on the news celebrating throughout the country in light of his death, one image stuck out to me. There was a brown-skinned man wearing a shirt that read, “I’m Muslim, Don’t Panic” waving an American flag. The crowds were cheering him on. This is the image of what bin Laden’s death symbolizes for me as a Muslim. I hope that people will begin to remember that we are Americans too, and we mourned on 9/11 just like everyone else.