How it all started!
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My name is Sahar, some might say Arabic, some might say Hebrew, and some might say Farsi!!! It’s the name that my parents gave and I love it, it means pre-dawn in Arabic just in case you are wondering. My childhood memories are filled with sounds of bombs and images of destruction; I was born in Lebanon during the war. I lived in the US since my early teenage years, until one day I decided to take advantage of my credit card points to go abroad on my own for the first time in my life.
The images of Morocco the day I was making the reservation spoke to me, but they never said that I will walk these streets from the images every day or that I will call this place home. I fell in love with Morocco from my first visit, who wouldn’t especially if you were like me going through some dark days of depression?!?! It has been five plus years now since I made the official move to Marrakech.
I knew I would face challenges when I first moved here, I knew that I will miss my family. What I didn’t know was that my Arabic language was not very useful here and that I needed to brush up on my French. Later, I realized that I’m better off learning Darija (Moroccan dialect) than trying hard with my French.
I moved many places before settling down in a little Riad style home in the heart of the ancient medina of Marrakech with my husband and two cats, Falafel and MeowMeow. Creating a space that reflected my personality was my forte. I was and I am the master-chef of my kitchen, a necessity that was born during the years I lived in Northern California. Being a lifetime vegetarian was never an issue in the past; after all, I was living in San Francisco, the birthplace of the hippies!
Morocco for me looked like a candy store when I first moved here. Haggling my way in the souk was part of my everyday life, all the colorful rugs, lanterns, and poufs; I wish I can buy them all. Vegetables and fruits stand with what is in the season is a vegetarian dream come true. Whipping up a Tagine is a breeze to me now! Visiting the local flea-market or souk is a weekly ritual, I got to know the shop owners and they, like all Moroccans, always insisting on having tea with them.
I witnessed many expats come and go, few are still living here but many will leave sooner or later. Adjusting to Morocco can be challenging if you don’t have a strong will, same goes to any place you go in the world that isn’t home. Once you realize you are a citizen of this universe like I do, you come to appreciate living in places that challenge you. A place that forces you to stop and smile and say “Salam Alikum, kidare?” even when you’re having the worst day of your life.
Life is simple and we make it complicated! The simple things are also the most extraordinary things, and only the wise can see them ~Paulo Coelho~ A simple life is a beautiful life. If you are already in Morocco, congratulations you are living most likely a simple life or a simpler life than the one you've left behind. If you are planning to visit or move to Morocco, read through my blog about making a Home In Morocco or get inspired by stylish Moroccan interior decor and healthy eating.
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From Marrakech with Love,
All images in this post are mine taken by me.