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!


February – simple beauty at home and around

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Ask yourself every day, “what is no longer serving me?”
Identify the thoughts, habits, routines, actions and people in your life that no longer encourage you to grow. Disengage from empty distractions and remove negativity from your life wherever possible in order to create space to move in the direction that you truly desire. …
You can change at any point in your life. You do not have to explain anything to anyone. If you know there’s areas that need improvement make it happen. Don’t allow anyone to hold you back from change. 

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The horizons of the Infinite

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« …the desert, more than anything else, opens the human mind to observation, mediation and initiation into meaning.
…The relationship with nature was so present in the Prophet’s (sas) life from his earliest childhood that one can easily come to the conclusion that living close to nature, observing, understanding, and respecting it, is an imperative of deep faith.
Nature is the primary guide and the intimate companion of faith.”

Tariq Ramadan “In the footsteps of the Prophet”

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“Oh, my Lord! Open for me my chest (grant me self-confidence, contentment, and boldness). And, ease my task for me and make loose the knot from my tongue (remove the defect of my speech) that they understand my speech. And, appoint for me a helper from my family, Aaron, my brother. Increase my strength through him, and let him share my task that we may glorify You much, and remember You much. Indeed, You are of us Ever a Well-Seer.”

[Dua’ from prophet Moses, Qur’an 20 : 25-35]

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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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