Memories and a Poem

Nearly a month that I didn’t write here – So much that happened over the last weeks at our school. You can read about it at our blog and facebook-site, even around the internet you’ll find different articles and this film talking about our big opening party at the “campus vivant’e”, alhamdulillah.
Now it is getting more quiet around here, Ramadan approaches and a silent fatigue can be felt. The last months were exhausting, yet beautiful.
I’ll share some pictures here and this beautiful German poem a friend gave me – it reflects quiet well some of my thoughts and feelings…

 



KRIEGER DES LICHTS
(Songtext von „Silbermond“) 

Sei wie der Fluß, der eisern ins Meer fließt
Der sich nicht abbringen läßt egal wie schwer’s ist
Selbst den größten Stein fürchtet er nicht
Auch wenn es Jahre dauert bis er ihn bricht
Und wenn Dein Wille schläft, dann weck ihn wieder
Denn in jedem von uns steckt dieser Krieger
Dessen Mut ist wie ein Schwert
Doch die größte Waffe ist sein Herz.

Lasst uns aufstehn
Macht Euch auf den Weg
An alle Krieger des Lichts
An alle Krieger des Lichts
Wo seid Ihr
Ihr seid gebraucht hier
Macht Euch auf den Weg
An alle Krieger des Lichts
An alle Krieger des Lichts
Das hier geht an alle Krieger des Lichts

Hab keine Angst vor Deinen Schwächen
Fürchte nie Deine Fehler aufzudecken
Sei bedacht, beruhigt und befreit
Sei auch verrückt von Zeit zu Zeit
Lass Dich nicht täuschen, auch wenns aus Gold ist
Lass Dich nicht blenden, erst recht von falschem Stolz nicht
Lerne vergeben und verzeihen
Lerne zu fesseln und zu befreien

Lasst uns aufstehn
Macht Euch auf den Weg
An alle Krieger des Lichts
An alle Krieger des Lichts
Wo seid Ihr
Ihr seid gebraucht hier
Macht Euch auf den Weg
An alle Krieger des Lichts
An alle Krieger des Lichts
Das hier geht an alle Krieger des Lichts

Und er kennt seine Grenzen und geht trotzdem zu weit
Kein Glück in der Ferne nachdem er nicht greift
Seine Macht ist sein Glaube
um nichts kämfpt er mehr
Und das immer und immer wieder
Deswegen ist er ein Krieger

Das ist ein Aufruf
Und das hier geht
an alle Krieger
an alle Krieger
Das ist ein Aufruf
Und dieser Aufruf geht
an alle Krieger des Lichts
an alle Krieger des Lichts
Das hier geht an alle Krieger des Lichts

(Danke Fabienne!)

        

Peace, light and love to all of you!

the beauty of working hands

We are very busy and occupied here these weeks, preparing for a big celebration at our school, inchaallah.

These are the (hands of the) wonderful women of our village, Allahumma barik. Mothers of our school’s pupils and neighbors and friends –  also busy working together in a womens’ cooperative for wool and felted products.

You are welcome to visit them and see their work!
Cooperative Tilatin, village de Timit, Ait Bouguemez valley, Morocco High Atlas

Or come and meet them and us at our big open doors- party, the weekend of 1st May. Marhaban!


Carnet de Voyage #3

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It’s morning, and nearly all the others are still sleeping. I enjoy these quiet moments in nature, when the day wakes up, when the first light of the sun breaks through and shines on the mountains around –  before my first coffee and before we start to a new hike and new discoveries.

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Today my legs hurt. Yesterday was hard and I really challenged myself. Until now, I maybe didn’t know what my body is capable of achieving, alhamdulillah.
We climbed a high pass of 3000 meters altitude and I really felt it, in my lungs, in my knees, everywhere. I was so occupied with myself, with my weakness, my fatigue, not able to talk or motivate the kids – but in fact they even walked quicker and less tired than I,  when I was just as slow and tired as the old donkey that accompanied us…. But I did it! We did it, mashaallah.

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Carnet de Voyage #1

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… After the high pass we walked down the hill through beautiful landscape with so many different rocks and stones in all colors and shapes.
Down, along the riverbed, were beautiful caves, and so many incredible pebbles and lovely tiny flowers everywhere – a breathtaking small microcosm that invited to focus on the little things. I saw so many heart-shaped stones and had a hard time to stop myself picking up all of them…
We met a young nomad boy who challenged my thinking. He came when we picnicked. He directly asked us for a box of tuna and then stood quiet, observing us, watched with a very intense look and did nearly not answer to any of our questions. He made me thinking what life he leads, up here in the mountains, as a nomad, no schooling, no real housing, not much thigs to eat, wandering around and caring with his family for many sheep and a big goat herd….

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Later we met a nomad woman, Fadma.  She lives near to our first camp with her children, lots of animals, also some camels and dogs. The dogs nearly attacked us, they really got angry and aggressive, barked at us until Fadma stopped them. She invited us in her little stone-house where she lives in the summer months. I was amazed by her gentleness. She was so very unassuming and I immediately felt close to her. I was very happy to be able to communicate so well in Tachelheit (Berber language) and to quickly establish a connection with her. We talked about her living, the children and how to treat some cough naturally. She showed us her living room and kitchen, the little solar bulb and her stock pile of flour and other edible things. She seemed very contented with her life, quiet and unpretentious.

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Travelling the High Atlas Mountains

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We have been on a seven days hike with our friends who own the Marrakesh-based travel company “Marabout Travel”.
They organized a beautiful trip with everything included: tents, all material needed, nice food, a cook and a very helpful team of mule-keepers that took very well care of us, alhmadulillah.

This was such a new experience for me! I live since more than eleven years in the middle of these mountains and my husband is even a mountain guide. But I never did a trekking tour into the higher parts of the Atlas (when there was possibility, I either was pregnant or the children were too small).
So this year was the first time we went on a big walk as a family. And there, only about twenty kilometers away from home, over the mountains that I see every day, I discovered a whole new world, subhanallah.

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I wrote a little travel journal and will share some of it over the next days, inchaallah.