Ramada is a holy month throughout the Muslim world. Most people take part in the fast. I did as well. As apart of the month people give to the poor and visit cemetery. The King of Morocco was very generous and donated goods to the needy. During Ramadan people get up at 4 to eat the last meal. No water or food is eaten during day light hours. A meal they call breakfast is eaten after the Tiwuch, the call the prayer at sunset. It consists of a soup, dates and pastries. Very yummmy. In my town people eat a normal dinner at around 10 then head to bed to repeat the fast routine. Everything slowed down this month and many shops closed for the entire month. The streets of major cities were like ghost towns after the Tiwuch.

 I feel this month made me slow down and appreciate my life and think of others who don’t have as much as I have. Ramadan ended this week with the la3id al Fitr and the fast was broken. Families wear their best clothes and people clean up for this event. I sat with the women in the local duoar, neighborhood, and listened to them play the hand drums and sing and dance in a circle. At times I’m left speechless. I can’t belevie I’m partaking in this…the culture is so beautiful. All the people in my town are my family and I love being with them and learning from them.   

Breaking fast with the host family.

Ovens

Walking home….

Chillin at the local well…

Panam view of Town…

Hanging out at the Cemetary

On way up to the house

Meet and Greet