Free Art in Casablanca

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Ours daughter is an artist.  It used to sound strange coming from her pint-sized frame but now, we are totally convinced.  She doesn’t need a studio, gallery, or exhibit to validate the title–she is an artist.  Drawing is not an innate talent or gift of hers, it is a craft that she practices with passion and persistence.   She has annihilated magnetic writing boards, forged through a small forest’s worth of scrap paper, and filled notebooks with characters, scenarios, and stories.  Art is how she processes the world and unravels the kinks from her day, and we’ve learned to give her the time and space she needs to do just that.  Hopefully, one day we can provide her with a small studio space with high quality art materials, sunshine, plants, and quietude but until then, a small shelf with paper, crayons, markers, paint, pencils, an easel, a smock, and our encouraging support is what we have.

To nurture our little artist, we have found frame shops, art galleries, and graffiti to admire but our most recent discovery is the Villa des Arts where small exhibits are displayed to the public for free.  The current exhibit was a bit too abstract for our taste but I think the upcoming “Street Art” display will be right up our alley.

Friendships Abroad: Four to Make and Four to Break

The folks you meet living abroad can be a mixed bag of nuts.  Most are sane and sober, fun to be around, and generally good company.  Others have issues, are clearly fleeing from their past demons, and make you wonder how they ever passed a background check.  Meeting all of them, in all their various shades and personalities, is part of the experience of life abroad which should not be neglected.  Being a hermit is no fun but if you happen to be abroad, take note of four types of friends that are worth keeping and four others that might be best left behind.
Veteran Expat
Meeting someone who was once in your shoes but navigated their way through the expat transition is a great resource.  They’ve been inconvenienced by the fine print you failed to read and generally have realistic expectations about life in your new home.  Whether you want to get a local driver’s license or find your favorite treat from back home, they are usually the go-to person and can show you the ropes in the process.
Everyone needs a local resident friend for a variety of sticky situations you may encounter.  Sometimes, the job is simple, like needing a translator or negotiating a reasonable buying price, but more than this, a friend who is a native of your new home can introduce you to a world that can be difficult to access without them.  Invitations to their family or communal gatherings can give you cultural insight and teach you how to relate to your new neighbors.  Many sincere people with good intentions have offended others or embarrassed themselves in cross-cultural interactions, and a reliable local friend can help to keep both to a minimum.
Whether you’ve suffered a headache or heartbreak, a nurturing presence can help you make it through.  They bring you soup when you’re sick or pick up small gifts to make you smile and generally brighten your greyest days.  After birthing my first child abroad, I was grateful to have stand-in family members visit me with gifts, cook food for our family and offer to clean our home.  Their gestures helped smooth out a challenging transition, and these are the kinds of friends everyone needs in their life.
Kindred Soul
Finding a companion to enjoy your favorite hobby, pastime, or quirky indulgence with is a great ally in living abroad.  While nature lovers almost always want a buddy to hike, climb, or snorkel with, even introverts can appreciate a friend or two who shares the same interests like reading, cooking, or watching episodes of your favorite sitcom series.  In my little town, we’ve formed a Raw Food Club.  We meet monthly to share new raw recipes and enjoy a raw meal together.  While some of us have nothing else in common with each other, it’s still great to have a common point of connection that we all benefit from.
This is the grumpy expat who has nothing positive to say about anything, ever.  They complain about work, the weather, and everything in between.  They don’t like locals or expats, going out or staying in.  They can’t be pleased, and they’ll only bring you down with their gloom-and-doom outlook on life.  Living away from home is difficult enough without the perpetual grey-tint the pessimist will add to the sunniest of days.  Try to keep them at a distance, unless you’re planning an optimistic intervention.
Oh, the dreaded parasite.  Even when you don’t have money, fame, or resources that anyone would want to extract, the parasite will mine your very being, draining your emotional and spiritual reserves bone-dry.  They are always taking and never giving in their presence and will ultimately leave your battery empty.  Watch for them carefully and don’t let them sink their fangs into your skin.  The Middle Ages are over and blood-letting by leeches is no longer the cure-all, okay?
Trouble Maker
This special somebody is always plotting something.  They can’t seem to follow the rules, no matter what the circumstances may be.  If this rabble-rouser wants to keep your company, be prepared for a penalty:  a night in jail, being kicked out of an establishment, or public shame.  Even silly, innocent pranks have turned into avoidable melees.  They get a kick out of telling outrageous stories, taking taboo pictures, and just generally being a nuisance. If you want to keep your image and repute in good standing, let the risk-taker paint the town red without you.
BFF Seeker
Unlike the Parasite, the BFF seeker is not trying to drain all that you’ve got but rather trying to bond the two of you in permanence.  They make clever suggestions like matching tattoos, becoming roommates, and opening IRAs together.   They’re usually innocent in their pursuit, but if you’re not in the market or on the market for being that one soul-mate-type friend that has to be anything and everything the other friends wants and needs, you might be in trouble.  Research suggests that it’s harder to find a best friend after your twenties.  Mostly because people become more settled in their values and views which makes them more selective about who they befriend. Also, your time and energy may become consumed by familial relationships and obligations.  This is all perfectly natural, which is why cultivating a network of friends to serve as a composite best friend may be a more efficient way to build friendships.

The nature of life, especially life abroad, is very transient.  People come and go, sometimes without notice, so consider cherishing the friendships you have and what they mean to you at that given time, without a binding condition that the relationship must last ad infinitum.  If you do find a friend for life in your travels, that’s great, but be prepared for friendships that may only last for a given season, circumstance, or country.  Be open to the dynamic nature of life and let people flow in and out as needed.

 This post was originally published at Women of Color Living Abroad.

Review: Bombay Palace in Casablanca

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Finding Indian food is always a guaranteed satisfying meal for us.  We have yet to eat a bad meal because the ingredients and flavors are always so agreeable.  Back in Oman, there were an abundance of Indian restaurants ranging from high-end, five-star dining to small-scale, budget-friendly eateries.  We could always eat our fill without busting the bank.  But here in Morocco, as was the case in Algeria, the Indian food selection is limited and a bit pricey for the proportion sizes we generally eat.  Nonetheless, a traveler passing through Casablanca wanted to meet for lunch and I figured that after backpacking around Morocco and camping in the desert, she might be tired of the typical couscous and tajine fare.  Indian food was a welcomed change for her and a treat for Lil’ Z and I.


Being my third visit to Bombay Palace, I already had an idea of what to expect from their menu and service.  A singular papadum fried cracker to share for the entire table, deliciously seasoned vegetable samosas, and the only legume-based entrée, a satisfying yellow split-pea dhal.  Even though the menu reads “dhal makhani”, it is not the black lentil and red kidney bean stew one would expect but a typical yellow dhal fry.

Dhal, Baingan Bhartha, and Basmati Rice

The lunch specials offer good value though portion sizes are petite.  It is especially surprising to see how small the dhal serving is because, as everyone knows, there’s no cheaper protein than legumes.  I often order an additional eggplant curry dish, baingan bhartha, just to sop up the mound of basmati rice and plain naan bread included in my meal.  My guest enjoyed her chicken tikka, shrimp masala, and cheese naan bread but needed to request pepper sauce as a condiment.  Their dishes are surprisingly mild and would be a total disappointment to the Indian palate.

Plain Naan

As for service, I wish I had more good to say.  The owner always seems perplexed by our family’s presence.  Perhaps he assumes like most other Moroccans and West African immigrants, we should speak French.  For us to be brown and Anglophone might be conflicting to him, as it has been to many Moroccans that we’ve met.  He takes our order in English but never offers the endearing warmth that other Western diners speak of in their raving reviews of the place.  When I ask for additional papadum wafers, he reluctantly gives us a second piece, as if I didn’t notice him serving a table of French businessmen one piece per person.  I don’t nitpick, but Lil’ Z loves those spicy little crackers and her little tummy can pack away at least two or three pieces easily.  While I’d prefer to go elsewhere, the only competing restaurant I know of is Indian Palace.  We ate there the night we moved to Casablanca and found their food to be tasty and their service excellent.  However, it is a bit more expensive and they serve alcohol, so we continue to frequent Bombay Palace but look forward more authentic cuisine and better service elsewhere.


Our Mystery Flight to Mauritania

Local Laundry Service

For the first time in nearly five years, I live on the same continent as one of my relatives.  Not just any relative but my older brother who has been living abroad since 2001.  Our time together is usually scarce, so to live in a neighboring country and not visit him was not an option.  We booked the cheapest flight we could find online on an airline that we couldn’t even pronounce.  Initially, we were just relieved to score a good flight deal, but then we inquired about the airline.

We researched the mystery airline listed on our itinerary as Tbilaviamsheni and found that it was a Georgian airline consisting of a single plane in its fleet.  When I asked on a popular travel group, members assured me that it is the Brazilian-based TAM Airways but this was not so.  Then I called the online booking company for clarity as our departure drew near. similarly couldn’t find any contact information for our airline –no phone number, no website, no office address– and could only suggest that we show up early to the airport.  After hearing horror stories of passengers stranded at the airport awaiting departures from Casablanca, we started to get nervous.  I found a flight schedule online listed under Mauritanian Airlines and wondered if our flight carrier was changed.  The confusion was dizzying.

On the morning of our afternoon flight, I checked the Mohammed V Airport’s website for a list of their scheduled departures and saw not a single flight to Mauritania.  With a confirmation number and ticket numbers, we proceeded to the airport in hopes that we wouldn’t return home defeated.  I combed the flight listings on the first screen I saw in the airport and scurried to an information desk in a panic, asking about the absent flight to Nouakchott but she pointed out that I was looking at a list of arrivals and directed me to the departures screen.  I anxiously found the screen and breathed a sigh of relief when I saw our flight listed on time via Mauritania Airlines.  Then, the sight of full-figured, melafa-clad women draped in colorful pieces of fabric, followed by slender men wearing the dera’a, a traditional Mauritanian overgarment, gave me tremendous comfort.  I knew we were on our way.

Our flight was delayed by about an hour, but we didn’t mind.  We were en route and that was a relief.  We were pleasantly surprised when we saw uniformed flight attendants proceed us in boarding the Mauritania Airlines aircraft.  Once we boarded, there were in-flight magazines available and meals served.  Unfortunately, they had not a single vegetarian meal on board and tried to offer us chicken sandwiches.  Instead, a platter of bread, breadsticks, and crackers were our only recourse.  With only a short two and a half hour flight ahead of us, we hoped that our family would have food waiting for us and they did.  Along with the bright smiling, welcoming faces of my nieces and nephews, we had found our resting place for the week and savored every moment of our stay.

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Marrakech Adventure



For our first trip to the Marrakech, also known as the Red City, we came up with an itinerary that included visiting ethical organizations, organic farms, and vegan eateries.  There were museums we missed out on and palaces we bypassed, but for our intents and purposes, our trip was complete.  Starting with a three and a half hour train ride down from Casablanca, we stopped for Lebanese food for dinner and checked into Riad Janat Salam.  After a night’s rest, we were ready to get started on our journey.

Day 1

After a very typical Moroccan breakfast of bread, orange juice, tea, and more bread, we caught a taxi to Amal Association for our cooking class.  We spent a lovely morning cooking and a tasty afternoon eating, then took a long stroll to the Majorelle Gardens and the on-site Berber Museum.


The aesthetic landscaping and architectural hues were warm and welcoming.  Seeing the Amazigh artifacts and textiles was an interesting glimpse into the cultural past of Morocco’s indigenous people.  We walked the grounds several times and finally decided to exit.  Still quite full from our lunch at Amal, we went to the nearby Kaowa café for smoothies and browsed their adjacent gallery boutique for creative souvenirs.


Day 2

On this exciting morning, we hired a driver and 4×4 for a tour of Ourika Valley just outside of Marrakech.  Our first stop was the Le Paradis du Safran, home and business to a Swiss expatriate.  Impressively, in only a few years, her and her team transformed a largely barren plot of land into a productive saffron farm with a variety of flowering herbs and tropical fruits.  Her little paradise is now an informative tourist attraction that teaches you everything you need to know about growing, identifying, and using high-quality saffron.


Following our saffron information session, we were taken for a tour of the farm and given small envelopes to store collected herb clippings.  Then, we had a barefoot walking tour along different textured surfaces like smooth pebbles, date palm husks, and fine sand.  The walk concludes with a foot wash in vessels of water filled with different herbs, a salt rub, and then a hot water rinse.


Leaving the saffron farm, our next stop was a Berber village in Seti Fatma where we toured a traditional home and flour mill.  Housed in the compound was a cooperative marketplace where more than 30 families sell their handicrafts and wares directly to visitors.  While there, we met a family of New Yorkers who were enjoying the first trip to Morocco, and we all laughed at the irony of crossing paths so far from home.


Our next stop was a women’s argan oil cooperative.  After learning about how the Berber beauty secret is traditionally harvested, we were offered samples of argan oil and its products.  My favorite of them was amlou, a paste made of roasted almonds, argan oil, and honey.  We also tried a wide array of skin care products made from argan oil too.

Our next and final stop on the tour was Marrakesh Organics, an organic olive farm.  In spite of hosting a Permaculture Design Course, the owner graciously accepted our visit and had a delicious vegan lunch prepared for us while telling us about his farm.  This family farm had laid barren for some time and the current owner returned after study and travel abroad to revive his family’s farm and start an organic produce business.  He shared his ambitious vision with us and invited us back in the future.  After praying and thanking our hosts for their hospitality, we made a swift exit for our return to Marrakech.

Naturally grown goodness

Back in Marrakech, we needed to stop for dinner and settled on the infamous Earth Café—the only dedicated vegan and vegetarian eatery we know of.  Some eateries in major cities are very veg-friendly but this is the only meat-free restaurant we’ve found and we had to give our support.  Connected to an organic farm outside of the city, Earth Café’s simple menu has just a few options that heavily feature their veggie harvest.  Urbndervish and I opted for the veggie burger which had more vegetables than plant protein as a base.  Lil’ Z ordered the lentils and rice but again, the lentils were dwarfed by the rice and vegetables on her colorful plate.  My cousin opted for a goat cheese and pumpkin wrap and a beet drink.  The presentation and overall vibe of the place compensated for what the meal lacked.


We sat for a while and eventually rose to weave our way through the cacophony of snake charmers, hustlers, and street vendors in Djema al Fna square. We decided to turn in for the night and prepare for our last morning in Marrakech.

Day 3

Before returning to Casablanca, we had two last agenda items:  shopping and henna.  Shopping was quick and easy without haggling and bargaining in the quiet morning hours.  For henna, we came across the Henna Art Café and I was thoroughly confused.  I had read about the Henna Café, a non-profit that funnels their revenue into development projects like free language and business classes for Moroccan women and youth.  So, when I saw Henna Art Café, I thought they must be the same.  A glance at their nearly parallel menu confirmed my suspicion but still I was wrong.  We didn’t have time to find the Henna Café, so we stayed to have henna done and concluded that this newer business was not the original we had intended to support.  Nonetheless, my cousin and Lil’ Z were beautifully adorned with henna and it was time to grab our bags and continue to the train station.  For lunch, we visited the Lebanese restaurant once more and caught our train back to Casablanca.

With special thanks to Discover Hidden Morocco Tours

for helping us plan our Ourika Valley trip!

Review: Amal Association in Marrakech

Lunch at Amal

After ten consecutive weeks of teaching in Casablanca, we were itching to get out of the city.  We had seen Fez, Meknes, Rabat, and Salé but were ready to venture further than an overnight journey.  Our two-week break in December was the perfect opportunity to venture southward and take my visiting cousin along for the ride.  With so many cities and towns to discover, it was hard to settle on a destination but the opportunity to finally visit the Amal Association made the choice clear.

Before moving to Morocco, I searched online for blogs of like-minded individuals that could help me paint a mental picture of life in al Maghrib.  One such blog was that of Nora Fitzgerald, the daughter of Californian parents who migrated to Marrakech almost 40 years ago.  Initially I was intrigued by her experience as an American raised in Morocco and all the cultural nuances that come with raising a “third-culture” family.  But later I was inspired by her vision to help disadvantaged women become self-sufficient through training in the culinary arts.  We had to make our way to this institution and support it in one way or another.  Instead of just having lunch at Amal Association, we opted to attend their cooking class and work with their staff to prepare a delicious Moroccan meal instead.


Our host Sasa, the Communications and Public Relations Officer, graciously welcomed us to Amal and introduced us to their mission before a tour of their facility.  Then, we met all of the trainees and cooks who were diligently preparing food for the day’s menu.  In spite of their workload, they were all pleasant and took the time to show Lil’ Z, their youngest cooking class participant, lots of love.  The head chef took a special interest in our little VIP and offered us molten, chocolate lava cake and spring rolls prepared from freshly made phyllo dough.  In addition to these bonus goodies, my cousin, Lil’ Z, and myself were patiently guided in the art of making vegetable couscous and tajine.  Every ingredient, spice, and technique was carefully explained by our cooking teacher Ms. Fatiha and clarified by Sasa.  We spent hours cooking, chatting, and laughing like old friends in a familiar kitchen.

Lil' Z with the Head Chef

As lunchtime approached, the center was abuzz as guests started to fill the outdoor courtyard.  While other staff members busily took orders and served around us, we never felt like we were a nuisance to their flow of operation.  On the contrary, they served us tea while we waited for our meal to finish and never pressured us to give up our coveted table in spite of the full house.

Lil' Z cooking

Our meal was finger-lickin’ good.  Our couscous was steamed several times before it fluffed to perfection.  My cousin hand-rubbed the couscous between steamings like a hard-core Moroccan while our vegetable stew simmered for hours.  Lil’ Z and I fanned the charcoal flame heating our tajine as it sizzled in the clay pot that the dish is named for.  Every step of our meal, we were all actively involved and the staff made every effort to give Lil’ Z manageably safe tasks that were useful and meaningful.  Urbndervish was on deck to keep her occupied but even in the face of chocolate cake, she persisted in her work without interruption.  Maria Montessori would’ve been proud.

Chocolate Lava Cake

We lingered behind after our meal, enjoying the ambiance and lively atmosphere.  Though the day was satisfying on all fronts, I had one last request—to meet Nora, the founder of Amal Association, but there was no guarantee.  She’s a busy entrepreneur, wife, and mother with her hands abundantly full.  Sighting her on any given day would be rare.  However, the day of our visit happened to be her birthday and the staff had lured her in with a spectacular cake.  Sasa thoughtfully brought Nora to meet me and I was able to meet her and gush over her to my heart’s content.  Urbndervish and her husband, Hamza, had a chance to chat as well and found more than a few shared interests and mutual friends between them.  After they exchanged contact information, we said our parting words and left still savoring the delicious food and good company of the Amal family.


Review: Shi Shang in Madrid

Shi Shang

After three months in Morocco with no residency visa, it was time to make our first run for the border.  We needed a new 90-day tourist visa and had the option of driving about five hours to the north of Morocco to a Spanish territory or flying out of the country on a cheap budget flight.  We opted for the latter which is how we ended up having lunch in Madrid.  We only had one day to spare for our adventure, so we needed a hotel with a free airport shuttle and a comfy bed, as well as a scrumptious meal to fulfill our vegan longings for the coming months.

Though I felt some guilt about going to Spain for the first time and not trying vegetarian Spanish cuisine, there was no room for churros or paella.  We didn’t have time for fluff and had to cut straight through to the vegan meat of the matter.  Ethiopian food was another tantalizing option but just the thought of an entirely vegan Asian buffet caused us to salivate.  We opted for Shi Shang with no regrets.

The Lion King

Because of our tight flight schedule, we planned to arrive just as the restaurant opened.  Their website mentioned opening at 11:30am, but the sign posted to the left of their closed shutters indicated 12 noon.  We strolled to the Plaza de España and sat for a while, reflecting on our very first trip to Europe.  Some of the brownstone buildings reminded us of Brooklyn but the Gothic architecture, statues, and fountains were what we expected to find in a major European city.

Don Jamon

Returning promptly at 12 noon, our hearts sank as the shutters were still down.  Would our highly anticipated meal fall flat?  We walked around looking for alternatives.  Don Jamón?  No, gracias.  Major fast food chains?  Not likely.  The Happy Buddha started to look enticing but we decided to give Shi Shang another few minutes to get their act together.  Confusingly, when we completed our lap around the block, the shutters were up but the lights were off.  One gentleman answered the door and indicated that the empty buffet tables would not be filled for at least another hour.  Our schedule couldn’t afford us an hour to spare, so we opted to order à la carte instead.

Why go veg

After receiving our menus, our brains retrieved some dormant Spanish vocabulary and we quickly decided on appetizers and entrees to get our meal going.  The staff busily mopped, folded napkins, and set tables around us while we sat content waiting for our order and hoping that we would finish in time to catch the metro rail to the airport for our 3:30pm flight.  But as we waited, we watched the buffet table start to fill up and began to wonder if the buffet would be ready before our own dishes.  The waiter assured us that the buffet would not be open until 1pm and brought us tofu salad as our appetizer.

Tofu Salad

At around 12:30pm, Urbdervish’s veggie fried rice reached our table first, followed by Lil’ Z’s veggie rice noodles and her single drumstick.  She was impressed by her vegan fried chicken but even moreso by the sugar cane “drumstick” in its center.  Last but not least, my sesame soy chicken and Urbndervish’s curried soy chicken came out and our order was complete.  Each dish was uniquely flavorful and freshly prepared.  We still lamented that we missed the buffet option but resolved that we would’ve been more prone to overeat and/or overindulge in the fried appetizers.  Also, the buffet didn’t finally open until 1:15pm and by then, we were out the door and on the way to the airport.

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Our brief waltz in and out of Madrid was fun.  The cleanliness of the streets, adherence to traffic rules and efficient public transportation options were a welcomed break from Casablanca, but now we are back until travel whisks us away once again.

Reworking our Family Rhythm


There have been a few twists in our Morocco plans.  Some we’ll share later but the first caveat is that I’ve been working.  The plan was for Urbndervish to work full-time, which he certainly is, but his job was short on teachers and asked if I could do some part-time teaching.  I took out the old English Teaching certificate, blew the dust off, and have been teaching for the last two months.  Our employer has been respectful of our family dynamics, so I’m only scheduled to work when Urbndervish is available to stay with Lil’ Z.  This transition started out rocky for our family.  Me–up early and out the door–leaving behind my beloveds seems so strange.  But, I must admit it feels nice to “come home” to hugs and “I missed you” from my family after work.  Occasionally, there’s even the smell of cooked food when I come home which makes me swoon for Urbndervish all over again.  We have a few afternoon hours to pray and eat together before Urbndervish prepares to work in the evenings.  On Saturday, he works the entire day, which is when Lil’ Z and I run our errands and catch up on our lazy mornings together.

An obvious other benefit to my working is that I get paid.  The Islamic model of home economics is that a husband is responsible for all necessary household and family expenses while a wife’s money is spent in whatever way she pleases.  This is why I call my salary our “fun money”.  Coming to Morocco was an effort and expense that we hope to replenish before we depart.  So, I put my funds towards our travels and our occasional meals out.  Urbndervish has generously allowed his money to flow through my hands and bank account for years as if it is mine, but it’s nice to be able to treat him and Lil’ Z for a change.

Interestingly, when our employers first pitched the idea of working to me, they spun it as a good break and outlet for me.  I guess homemaking doesn’t have much “pop” or “zing” to it.  Others assume that it’s boring or tiring.  In my case, I have no qualms with life at home, so I feel no urgency to escape it.  Therefore, whatever work takes me out of my home needs to be worth my time and so far, it has been.  I’m teaching a class of young women for a program aimed at developing the employment skills of secondary-educated Arab women.  A lot of funding goes into “women’s empowerment” programs, so my students have free English, computer skills, as well as professional and personal development classes.  While I don’t believe that work is the only means of empowering women, I do believe that everyone should have the skills that enable them to work or create economic opportunities if they need or desire to do so.  I hope, if nothing else, that my students will leave my class knowing that success is a personally-defined attainment that is neither linear nor quantifiable.

The course I teach will end next month, so I’m not sure if I’ll be teaching thereafter, but it doesn’t make a difference to me.  For me, teaching is a service, and I enjoy serving others.  I feel no more valuable getting up and putting on my good clothes everyday to earn money.  I feel no more powerful or worthy standing in front of a classroom.  It has been nice to share a greater load of the domestic duties with Urbndervish, but I feel no relief or respite.  I’m grateful for the opportunity to work and even more grateful that I don’t need to work against my will.

Fashion by Daddy and Daughter

Fashion by Daddy and Daughter

Even Lil’ Z has taken on a new role.  Since our arrival, she has been asking to go to school.  We thought about visiting schools for her to see what it’s like but considering the quality our budget can afford, it didn’t seem worthwhile.  The innovative and creative schools cost a pretty penny here in Casablanca and we’re not sold on the idea that young children thrive best in school anyway.  So, due to a schedule conflict, Lil’ Z has a class with a fellow teacher and loving friend of ours for an hour every Friday.  The school yearning has been totally satiated for now.  As far as Lil’ Z is concerned, she goes to school and has a teacher with homework and everything to prove it.  The rest of her days have been our usual life learning style, with real-life skills and problem-solving, and plenty of free time for reading, drawing, and play.  We wanted to add some recreational classes like gymnastics or yoga to her routine, but those costs have been prohibitive too.  Instead, she is learning handstands, front rolls, and other acrobatic feats here at home.  As for her artistic development, the nuance of Lil’ Z’s artwork is admittedly impressive.  She draws for hours every day on her writing board and on paper, which makes her letter writing very legible too.  When she wants to write words, names, or sounds to her drawings, she sounds out letters and writes them on her own.  No drilling, tracing, or repetition needed.

Art by Lil' Z

Art by Lil’ Z

All in all, life in Casablanca has been admittedly challenging but we’re trying our best to make do.  The greatest joy is knowing that our home is safe, cozy, and filled with love.  I often joke that our family tree is always rocking in the winds of life but our little nest–peaceful and intact–gives us the strength to weather whatever storms arise and for this we are grateful.

Finding Organic Produce Abroad

Produce in Sana’a, Yemen

Whether herbivore or omnivore, most would agree that consuming fresh produce is essential to good health.  In Western countries, we find small sticker labels on produce to distinguish conventional from organic, but how do you know the difference in the rest of the world?  Are the “dirty dozen”and “clean fifteen” lists relevant outside of the United States?  Because fresh fruits and vegetables make up the majority of our diet, this issue is critical for us.  We don’t want pesticides circulating in our family’s bloodstreams, so here’s our strategy for securing organic (or near organic) produce when traveling abroad.

Before you touch ground read up about agriculture in your new destination.  There are some countries that have made legal commitments to only grow organic, non-genetically modified produce, while other countries do the same because they cannot afford otherwise.  Take Ethiopia as an example.  When we arrived, a fellow vegan informed us that all of Ethiopia’s produce is organic.  Why?  Because farmers cannot afford to purchase the herbicides and pesticides made popular by corporatized farm factories in the developed world.  Even if we doubted his assertion, all of the food we ate had a rich, sweetness to it, unlike the flavorless conventional counterparts I grew up eating in New York City.

Vegan Platter in Addis Ababa, Ethiopia

Supporting local farmers is not only good for the local economy but also your health.  Whether organized farmer’s markets, traditional markets, or a friendly farmer in the neighborhood, all are great options for knowing the source of your food, allowing you to eat in good confidence.  While living in Algeria, I had a memorable experience visiting a co-worker’s family farm in the outskirts of Algiers in Sidi Abdullah.  After three bus rides to reach her home, each subsequent bus became smaller and the air progressively became clearer.  Walking across the open fields, I inhaled crisp, clean air and the occasional scent of livestock.  After meeting her family and eating a meal prepared from their very own harvest, we walked around their land, identifying vegetable crops and local herbs along with their medicinal purposes.  Knowing the hands behind the labor that farming requires not only connects you to the land but the people inhabiting it.
Conformity is not cool, not even for fruits and veggies.  Organically grown produce has character and variety and should not appear homogenous.  Look for varied sizes, shades, and shapes in your produce.  Though I usually ask a merchant if their produce is local or imported, I often know the answer based on their appearance.  Use your senses by smelling the sweetness of tree-ripened fruits, feeling the smooth texture of your vegetables, and seeing small holes in your leafy greens, made by ladybugs savoring their meal before it becomes yours.  In Yemen, I vividly remember buying okra, cutting one open and finding a little worm inside.  Initially, I was disturbed but came to realize that if this bug can safely eat it, so can I.

Lettuce in Nizwa, Oman

When the abovementioned efforts elude you, it’s time to be your own scientist and trust your taste buds.  While in Algeria, our former director explained that some of the agricultural development agreements being forged in the country stipulated the use of herbicides and pesticides, which many farmers were unaccustomed to and some were using improperly without adequate training.  She warned us to be mindful of the produce we purchase and we heeded her advice diligently.  In most cases, we enjoyed the produce we bought, preferring the unattractive yet tasty local fruits over the uniformly shiny, waxy imports.  However, on several occasions our locally sourced beets had a distinct synthetic aftertaste, much like medicine, and we thought it best to leave them alone.

Pomegranates in Sana’a, Yemen

If all other efforts prove to be fruitless, it’s time to take matters into your own hand, on your own land.  Raised garden beds, potted plants, or upcycled water jugs are all great options for growing your own produce.  In the middle of Sana’a, Yemen, my Arabic teacher had a rooftop garden where he grew flowers, strawberries, and tomatoes in recycled tin cans and paint buckets.  Whether outdoors or indoors, even the palest shade of green thumbs can start growing low maintenance plants like peppermint, aloe vera, strawberries, tomatoes, and peppers.  And, if you don’t have earth of your own to till, you can practice guerilla gardening or urban reclamation, by finding a vacant lot of public space and building your own garden.  In some countries, cultivating formerly barren land would be a welcomed act of beauty and kindness.  Establishing community gardens can even be a means of conflict resolution and peacemaking.  The possibilities are endless.
Important Note:  No matter how organic your produce may be, bacterial contamination is a possibility in many developing countries.  Wash your produce with safe potable water and peel the skin or have it peeled in your presence.  Eat your veggies with wisdom and gratitude!
This post was originally published at Women of Color Living Abroad.

Crazy Casablanca

Life in Casa


In Lil’ Z’s own words, Morocco is “too goofy”.  Her Morocco actually means Casablanca where we’ve been living for the last month and a half.  This revelation came up during breakfast when she said that she wants to return to Nizwa for a long time.  I asked if she wanted to stay in Morocco for a long time and her answer was clearly no.  When I asked her why, she said there’s too much noise, fighting, and begging.  Unfortunately, I can’t really argue with her and have been feeling that Casablanca is a little too goofy for us too.

No matter where we live, we always miss our family, friends, and the amazing vegan foods that we leave behind.  However, Oman is a place that we all really miss living in.  Like a contagion, the homesickness spread quickly through the home and we were all recalling our favorite people and places in the Sultanate.  Leaving Nizwa was a sound decision that we still don’t regret but it was disappointing that we couldn’t find a way to stay in or near Oman.


We’ve met North Africans who were openly critical of Oman and the Arab Gulf in general.  Some find the conservatism of their societies restrictive and impractical to the point of hypocrisy.  They peer through the façade of ornate mosques, national dress codes, and strict gender segregation to unveil closeted sinfulness and perversion.    Like any place and people, we all fall short of our purported ideals and values but the difference between broadcasting these shortcomings and hiding them are like night and day.  The presence of immorality in the social landscape as a comfortable resident versus a lurking visitor is dissimilar in their effect on society as a whole.  Maybe living in conservative societies for so long has sensitized us, but we still prefer that sin be a private manner, not a public one.

There are times where Casablanca feels like a country separate from Morocco.  Passing an open bar filled with people in the middle of the day or watching people place bids on horse races seems so out of place.  While I prep my cousin for her first visit to Morocco, I find the generic advice about appropriate dress and social conduct in a Muslim land consistently abrogated by Moroccans themselves and better observed by well-meaning tourists who read their guidebooks before coming.  Thankfully, the institutions of Islam still exist, the call to prayer is still made, and people can practice their faith to the extent of their desire without any public pressure or reprimand.

Regardless of how we might feel living here, nothing can take the love for Morocco and Moroccans from our hearts.  The history of this land is one of struggle, triumph, and faith.  Call it strange but regardless of how Casablanca stresses us out, we still believe that there is an underlying blessedness in this land and we’re determined to find it and benefit from it while we can.