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The following is a post from AUA Mosaic Fellowship recipient Laura McAdams. Laura is currently volunteering in Morocco working with women in the textile field. To find an amazing volunteer opportunity, search the AUA Directory of Recommended Organizations© today.

Unlike the large Arab cities of Fez, Rabat and Casablanca, Ain Leuh is considered a Berber, or Amazigh village. The Amazigh people have populated North Africa for thousands of years -the textbooks say since 1500BC – and historically have wandered the landscape in nomadic or semi-nomadic tribes. These tribes generally avoided urban centers, and even today most Amazigh people inhabit the rural countryside, or small villages like Ain Leuh.

Because tribes avoided central power, cultural exchange was limited throughout the centuries. There still exists much diversity among the Amazigh people today. The language spoken in Ain Leuh is called Tamazight, whereas in the south, Tashalhiet is spoken. Likewise, Amazigh weavings differ in technique, appearance, pattern, and typical colors even within the Middle Atlas region.

In and around Ain Leuh, weavings were made for personal use and were purely utilitarian. The weavings here are flat-weave and rarely pile carpets, which are more functional in the colder winters of the High Atlas mountains of the south. These flat-weaves were used as sleeping mats, covers against the cold, door coverings, or turned into clothing, like a jellaba (cloak) or handira (shawl). It was only during the French protectorate that weavings began to be produced to be sold.

Photo courtesy to Laura McAdams

Before the introduction of Islam to the region, the Amazigh were animistic, that is, they believed humans, animals, plants, mountains and other geographical features contained souls or spirits. Weavings were an outlet for a woman’s spiritual and artistic expression, and patterns relating to protection and fertility evoked these animistic beliefs. Although much of the original meaning has been lost with many of today’s weavers, they still use many of the same motifs their ancestors used, which in some cases have taken on new meanings.

Amazigh identity in Morocco is a complex issue that scholars have devoted their lives to studying. What it means to be “Amazigh” varies widely from region to region, depending on economic status, education level, gender, and many other factors. For example, a friend of mine traveled to the south last year and met a well-educated Amazigh man who would only speak to him in Tashelheit or French, never in Arabic, because he considered the Arabs the true colonizers of North Africa.

I have experienced quite the opposite here in Ain Leuh. The women I work with are all  “arabized”. That is, Arabic is spoken in the house, despite the fact that most of the women speak Tamazight, and all women consider themselves Muslim. Khadija, for example, was brought up speaking Tamazight as a child, but her children only speak Arabic. One woman my age, whose mother was Amazigh, said pridefully that she could understand not a word of Tamazight.

Some women have expressed embarrassment at their Amazigh heritage. Among the oldest generation only, it is typical to see women with thin linear and geometric tattoos on their chins, foreheads, hands, even jawlines and ankles. The tattoos are an indication of marital status, or simply to enhance a women’s beauty. When I asked Mehma, a cooperative member about her tattoos, she explained apologetically that it was a tradition carried out before everyone knew that tattoos were forbidden according to the Quran.

However, the cooperative is the only place I’ve heard women speak Tamazight with each other. Yesterday, Jamila, one of the younger members of the cooperative, showed me how dried pomegranate rinds are crushed into a powder to be used later as a yellow wool dye. She made sure I knew that this was a technique invented by rural women generations ago. To me, the one place where the women can express pride in their Amazigh heritage is at the loom.

The following is a guest post from AUA Mosaic Scholarship recipient Rubii Pham. She is currently volunteering with Hands Along the Nile Development Services, Inc. in Egypt. To find an amazing opportunity like this one, search the AUA Directory of Recommended Organizations© today!

Cairo is an unforgettable city. From dawn until dusk, the traffic never stops and neither do the people. They work to carve out for themselves a place in this hectic city of 20 million. The recycling school we visited in Mukkatam is the embodiment of that spirit, albeit it being a school in a very non-traditional sense of the word. Like a typical elementary school, there are small children learning multiplication tables and reciting vocabularies in Arabic, but in this place women can also come to learn how to weave and make other arts and crafts as a vocation in order to help them sustain their livelihood. They collect papers from offices and schools from all over the city, then mix them with water and dry them on a wooden screen in order to make sheets of thick, durable paper. With this “recycled” paper, they create beautiful hand made cards, paintings, and small jewelry. The process of producing this paper is not easy, but the women cheerily chatted on while they worked and even invited me to join in to help them make the paper.

Touring classes at APE.

There were not enough tables and chairs for every child; some classes were even held outside with only a tarp for a roof. However, what struck me was not the sparse structures and limited of the school but the enthusiasm of the students. In one classroom, the students were learning English, with the simple English words like “watermelon” and “woman” written on the black board. When we passed by to say hi, the children eagerly waved back and excitedly practiced their hellos and how are yous.  Their warm hospitality reminds me that the more I travel of the world, the more I realize it is often not the differences in people’s goals that amazes me, but rather the similarities. Whether Egyptians or Americans, we all simply want to learn and to connect with others.

It was important to see that people in underprivileged communities are not completely helpless like they are often portrayed in the media. Even though life is hard, they have means and agencies of their own to help themselves to escape the poverty they were born in to. They have dreams, aspirations, and lives far more complex than any half-hour “slum tour” could ever depict. Cairo has become an unforgettable chapter in my life, for the warm reception and generosity that I’ve received from these strangers that have quickly become friends. This is a trip that I will never forget.

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