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      <description>My trip to Morocco!</description>
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      <pubDate>2025-08-25 00:44:13 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Hospitality</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>While we were on a car ride exploring the area around Khenifra, we came across some vendors with a small stall selling traditional Moroccan items, such as <em>Tadghart/Tahruyt</em> (veils worn by Amazigh women) and other accessories and souvenirs. We stopped because I was curious to see what they were selling. The family running the stall began speaking with my mom and uncle, and before I even realized it, they were preparing mint tea for us.</p><p>I think this experience is really meaningful because it showed me once again how hospitable Moroccan people are. They welcomed us as if we were long-lost relatives, and later even gifted us some souvenirs: a handmade blue bag, a small wooden house, and two veils.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-08-25 01:40:25 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Graffiti of the Water Seller – Ain Aserdoun</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>I captured this photo during a trip to Ain Aserdoun. On the way back, I noticed an interesting painting on a wall, which looked like graffiti. It represented a man dressed in red clothes with metal cups on his chest. That figure is actually a traditional water seller. He walks around, especially during market days, to give water to people, something essential in Morocco, where the heat can be very intense.</p><p>For me, this man represents more than just a job. He symbolizes generosity, survival, and an important part of Moroccan culture.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-08-25 01:42:15 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>The Mawsim Festival – Tiffert N’Ait Hamza</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>This is a photo of the <em>Mawsim</em> (which means “season” or “harvest festival”). It is a holiday celebrated across the Maghreb, and each city has its own version. Some towns celebrate cherries, almonds, or argan, while others honor important historical or religious figures. Dates vary from city to city.</p><p>The one I attended was in Tiffert N’Ait Hamza, my grandmother’s hometown. I loved seeing the decorated horses, the joy of the people, and the late nights filled with music and laughter. What struck me most is how the Mawsim brings entire communities together, it is not only a celebration of harvest, but also of culture, tradition, and unity</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-08-25 01:43:22 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>Plaque on Amazigh Language – Khenifra</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>This is a plaque I found near Khenifra. It reads:</p><p><em>“The promotion of the Amazigh language is a national responsibility, because no national culture can deny its historical roots. It must, starting from those roots, open up and reject isolation, in order to achieve the development that is a condition for the survival and prosperity of a civilization.”</em></p><p>(Excerpt from a speech by His Majesty King Mohammed VI, October 1, 2001).</p><p>This is very important to me because, as Amazigh, we felt truly represented for the first time. Even today, there is still a fear that our culture could disappear or be isolated, but this recognition gives hope for its preservation.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-08-25 01:44:06 UTC</pubDate>
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         <title>“And We Made Every Living Thing from Water”</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>I often came across this phrase written on walls in Moroccan streets: <em>“And We made every living thing from water.”</em> It is a verse from the Qur’an, and in recent years it has become even more meaningful because of the growing issue of water shortages.</p><p>To me, it is both a reminder of faith and a call to protect one of the most precious resources of life: water.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-08-25 01:46:12 UTC</pubDate>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>A picture I took of the tea prepares by the family we had met </p>]]></description>
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         <title>Song – Tafra Dak Rami</title>
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         <description><![CDATA[<p>This song is called <em>Tafra Dak Rami</em>. I heard it many times in my hometown, and it carries a strong sense of nostalgia for me. One particular line that stands out is: <em>“The hunger for the hunt has no limits”</em> (وحش الصيدة ما ليه حدود).</p><p>This verse can be interpreted in many ways, but I like to see it as the pursuit of a goal. It reminds me of the Green March of 1975, when Moroccans united with one common goal: to reclaim the Sahara Desert from Spain.</p>]]></description>
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         <pubDate>2025-08-25 01:52:17 UTC</pubDate>
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