A moment to remember: The Sahara 🏜
“Smeh lee, Fatima..”, said the camel ranger, ‘Asu, to me when I get off the bus.
“You’re Muslim (he pointed my hijab), try to learn Arabic :) Welcome to The Sahara, you may choose which camel you want to ride with.”
At the bonfire that night, I talked with ‘Asu, along with Sayyeed, Hassan, Karawee, and Omar for almost 2 hours. They are Moroccan Berbers live in the closest village to The Sahara, Merzouga. The Moroccan Berbers are an unconquered people, their legacy is so strong that they still tame the wild lands of the High Atlas Mountains in Morocco.
“No, we’re not Arab. We are Berbers, proud Berbers.” said Omar.
Turned out we’re all same age.
While I already travelled across continents, they’ve never travelled out to big cities.
While I have easy access, books, teachers, and opportunities to learn Arabic but still I haven’t, they just use a wooden slates to memorize The Quran and yes they did since child.
While I often complain about working 7 to 4 for weekdays, they responded me by “of course, we’re happy and grateful” for working day and night daily as camel ranger started at age 5 or 6 following their fathers.
They might be just a camel rangers. But they are muadzins and hafizhs of The Quran. While, who am I...? 😊 #morocco #berbers