Blog comments and sharing experiences.

I think it will become my new secular ritual (nowy swiecki obyczaj ;) to write posts by two. But somehow it feels so good to share, especially having such a significant reaction to what I write from some people. I appreciate all these comments a lot, also these that I'm receiving through email or Facebook ;P The thing that made me the happiest was when one of you wrote to me: "/when reading your posts/ day after day I find myself reading things eagerly as if I was discovering things for the first time!!!" and then relating to Eid:
"With our daily life routine, some of these traditions start to fade, like the atmosphere of eating together; because with the rush of work and school we don't have enough time to eat together, we meet each others at night or on sundays, and usually my lunch is a sandwich that I swallow quickly in school!!!"

I'm so glad to show you Morocco through my eyes, to remind you about your traditions and heritage, and even more glad if it makes a difference to anyone! I don't know how some of my observations are accurate, and always when I write, I'm asking myself a question if I interpreted things well, if I actually know what I'm talking about. And sometimes I'm a little bit affraid, because I don't want to say something that would hurt someone, or misinterpret, misunderstand something. This is also why your comments help a lot. And in the end my goal is to understand Moroccan culture as much as possible, and I have no better way to do it, then directly from people.

Today a very similar thing to the situation described above happened to me. I read a post on a blog of my friend Mary, Venezuelan girl who lives currently in Poland. She described there her experience from polish Christam Eve. And while reading it I felt such a strong emotion, because suddenly I looked on our traditions with a fresh look, saw their hidden value, not only the outside. And at this moment I understood what my dear Moroccan friends were talking about, by saying that they feel like discovering the old things for the first time by reading my posts. I felt exactly the same.
For those interested in the article about polish Christmas Eve through the eyes of a foreigner I recommend this link.

And one more thing, I wanted to share, if I'm already talking about your comments guys. It really moved me what a Moroccan girl wrote to me, after my paragraph about veiled girls. I would like to share it with you, because this is a testimonial straight from the heart, and I think it may make some people more aware of the things that they have never experienced or felt before, as it influenced me:
"...If for you it was "an Egyptian prostitute", some men out in the street, sometimes, call me a terrorist (just to insult me) because I'm wearing a scarf! and while I walk in the street some people tell to each other "be aware she might explode at any moment"! (Do I look like a terrorist for God sake?!!!) which is something that really hurts me because they don't know me to talk about me the way they do...

We can be so cruel to ech other even we are all human beings. We forget everything about our nature, we hurt, although we know that the same situation but reversed would hurt us as well. We expect so much from others while not expecting anything from ourselves. We judge with no idea about the person, we build our stereotypes so stupidly, not even seeking to understand what's hidden behind another person's eyes.