Dental Hygiene

I wanted to write about my dental hygiene lessons a long time ago but somehow I kept finding excuses not to. I wrote about dental hygiene in my town last year when I did a couple toothbrushing lessons. This year I went to a school in a different part of town. Family and friends from home were generous enough to donate toothbrushes and toothpaste so I was able to give every kid one of each. I hope that by having the materials, they will be a bit more proactive about brushing their teeth.
I started every lesson by discussing cavities and how they are caused. I asked the kids to explain to me what cavities are and how they would go about getting rid of them. Generally, most of the kids knew how to appropriately answer these questions. The problem was that many didn’t know how to properly brush their teeth and that very few of them ever actually brush their teeth. After the lesson in the classroom the teacher and I would bring all the kids outside for a group toothbrushing.  My sitemate, Briana, or I would take turns doing the demonstration while the kids followed along. The teachers often helped by reinforcing the message. We handed out toothbrushes and oftentimes had to show the kids the proper way to hold a toothbrush. We then gave them toothpaste and instructed them about the ideal amount they want to be putting on their toothbrush. After that, we began the demonstration. All the classes were rather successful and the kids really had a good time laughing at us goofy foreigners. 
Below are some photos from the lessons:

6 Months Left...

As the days get colder it becomes more difficult to get out of (my very warm) bed every morning. I’m pushing myself to get up early and enjoy my town as it slowly wakes up and as the sun slowly comes over the mountain. I do this because the realization that I have six months left in Morocco has been on my mind a lot recently. I have been aware of my time left here, but only superficially. Now it has really dawned upon me that I will be leaving soon. It feels strange to write that but I have to constantly remind myself that it is true. I’m leaving soon. Aywa. I suddenly feel rushed to visit everyone dear to me. I feel the need to visit every corner of this wonderful country; however, I also feel the need to spend every waking moment in my community. How do I reconcile these two polar desires? Not only am I struggling with these thoughts but now I am also being forced to make plans for my return. Job searching is now something that I have to add to my weekly cyber list. I don’t want to think about responsibilities in America while trying to savor my last months in Morocco. I don’t mean to sound melodramatic but six months go terribly fast. I don’t know where the last 18 months have gone…

My sitemate, Briana, recently finished her service here and has since returned to America. I was with her when she began to feel the crunch of her impending departure. I was the as the weeks left became days and then hours. I hated to see her go but that’s how our service works. Her preparations for departure made me think about when I would have to do the same. Thoughts about my departure crossed my mind but for some reason they still appeared distant. Now that my closing of service date is set and now that I have reached the six months remaining mark, I can’t help but feel a bit rushed. (I empathize with you Bri :/ ) I still have a lot of health education to do and a new sitemate to show around so for the time being that’s what I will concentrate on.

Part of my town just as the sun came over the mountain. :)

Body Image Issues

As I mentioned earlier, women’s concerns about their body image have only recently become apparent to me. Previously, I’ve heard women make fun of each other about their weight but they never seemed to care much about how they looked. It wasn’t until recently, though, that I have talked to women seriously about their weight. Some women have asked me what they should do in order to lose weight because they think they are too fat. I don’t know if this assessment comes from concerns for their health or for ideas of what it means to be attractive. Its usually married women past child bearing age that ask me about this but just the last week a young girl also mentioned her desire to lose weight. Rather than drink the sugary mint tea, she just drank hot water with crushed mint. She told me all about her “regime” (diet). She was only allowing herself two meals per day and had stopped eating all fruit. Obviously, I discouraged her from continuing with this plan and suggested that she just exercise a bit. I don’t know what other crazy diets may be in practice around town. :/
On the opposite end of the spectrum are the many young women who are terrible skinny and want nothing but to gain weight. A few young women have asked me for pills that will help them gain weight. Does such a thing even exist? While some young women are severely skinny, the majority are just slightly underweight or normal weight by our standards. I believe that by local standards, the fuller and voluptuous woman is still the most attractive so hence young unmarried women desire to gain a bit of weight.
I never would have thought that body image would be a big issue here, especially considering how girls are raised. People here bathe in public bathing house (hammam) in which they are exposed to every body type. Women and girls are not squeamish about nakedness and so the message often seems to be that everyone is comfortable in their bodies. So is this concern with body image due to recent international media exposure or a desire for improved health? I’m still trying to figure this out…

L3id...awd

This past week and a half has been quite eventful. I don’t mean eventful in terms of work, but rather because of everything happening around me. You may remember that last year I wrote about “L3id Amkor.” Well, its that time of the year again and once more I want to share a bit about my experience with it. L3id(which means “holiday”) was on Saturday but my celebration of it really started on Friday night. I went over to a neighbor’s house to hang out and get henna done. First, I helped them make cookies. Everyone spends the day before l3id making cookies and other sweets to have handy on l3id when they are visited by their family and friends. After the baking party, my friend Namia mixed the henna and began to decorate my hands. J While waiting for the henna to dry I hung around the house and helped the family assemble their new washing machine. One part of l3id is that people get new things. So, for example, children are often given new clothes for the holiday. When going around to visit people everyone wears their new clothes. The youngest boy of this family was so excited by his new outfit that he ran over to me and showed me his new socks and shoes J Anyways, this family got themselves a washing machine for l3id. Very few families in my town can afford such a luxury so this was quite a big deal. The whole family gathered around to help set it up and everyone hovered around as they washed their first load of laundry. The younger children never strayed from the machine. I have yet to use a washing machine in Morocco so this was also my first time seeing how they work here. This particular one is small and doesn’t rinse clothes. So, the women still rinsed the clothes in buckets and then put them in the second compartment to spin dry them a bit. Despite still having to do some of the work themselves, they were extremely grateful for their new purchase. The older women in the family were ecstatic and kept talking about how much less work they were going to have to do each week. It was really great to see the effect something like that has on people.
I as mentioned last year, much of this holiday has to do with charity and being with family. On Saturday morning I went out to where my host family lives and partook in the sheep slaughtering festivities. We all went outside to watch it happen and then I hung around while they skinned it and took it apart. My host brother even quizzed me on the various organs. Haha. I spent the day with various people from that part of the village and then once it was getting dark I went out to watch the Boujuloud. I don’t know much about this tradition except what I have witnessed thus far. Young men take the skins from the sheep slaughtered that day and fashion them into outfits. Some young men also wear other costumes. For example, there were a couple dressed as women, one dressed as a monkey and others are religious figures. The whole troupe, along with some drummers, go from house to house asking for charity. My friend told me that people give them sugar, meat or money. They stop and sing at every house and occasionally stop and perform a theatrical piece of sorts. On one of their stops they pretended a boujuloud was sick and needed medical help. Its was actually a humurous piece and all the people watching really enjoyed it. I couldn’t understand a lot of it because my tamazigh isn’t that good and much of it was puns of the sort that only native speakers understand. My friends tried to explain some of it to me…Anyways, Sunday morning I had breakfast at my friend’s house and returned to the center of town to continue with my visits to my favorite families. I drank lots of tea, ate lots of bread and refused many meat skewers :)


The boujuloud. This is in the town 6km from where I live.

My host dad is holding the sheep's intestines. Later they cleaned them and cooked them over the fornu.

The sheep after slaughter, skinning and removal of organs. And yes, its hanging from a light pole...