By Fatima Matousse
By Fatima Matousse
Morocco World News
Fez, December 2, 2012
I will never forget the first time I was heading to that cloudy, calm, hippie place where I have spent many days of my summer! It is magical how it has strengthened my emotions and made me more aware of certain things that I want from this life!
It was a great end of the day! We came all the way from the mountains where I have spent a month with no running water or electricity! It was beautiful out there though! But it was too much for my soul being far from the coastline!
While in the car with a bunch of folks, a very annoying individual was trying to show off his knowledge about Morocco in a provocative way to me and to the driver. I was really irritated! Our driver though was very calm not caring really about anyone. He was doing his job. I was sitting next to him in the front and looked at the road most of the time, I was fascinated with the eye-catching view of the coast, I took several deep breathes… back to my element!
I always wanted to live on the beach! To wake and hear the natural music that never bothers your hearings, it gets louder and quiet when it is the right moment. When you look from your window all what you can see are the waves dancing, the births singing two or three people walking on the sand!
He is a soul; he has music, silence, happiness, anger, fairness, unfairness, love, hate, death, life; he can be any color the sky wants him to be… he has magic, he can suck your energy, your concentration, emotions and even your life…..
Depressed people come to him, lovers do too, and he is sometimes a cure for people who want to get rid of this life.
I had so many thoughts going on in my mind, but I could not communicate them to anyone only to him through my eyes. He is the one with whom you can easily communicate your secrets without fearing that other ears will hear about your dirty laundry.
As we were coming closer, my heart was beating so fast and felt a magic energy. We passed by a small blue cloudy town, drove few more kilometers and then arrived there. I went to my room in the hotel! I opened it; it was full of colors, energy, beach smells, emotions and happiness, but did not know why till I opened this balcony and see this beautiful wild beach! The wild is beautiful I always thought. The sky was clear; the beach was so calm with few waves. I had been walking but felt that I was flying… It was the connection we both made…
After a year, I came back again, I felt excited since I was going to meet my love….I started touching, kissing, hugging with my eyes every inch of him. He made me fall in love and think of him to be an eternal fragmented painting who was made by everyone but belongs to none…
When I woke up in the morning to have my breakfast I had the chance to talk to him, tell him everything. It is fascinating that someone understands you without you moving your lips. I don’t even know what I was telling him. Maybe it was the lost part in me thinking about the unknown scary and sometimes happy future.
During the day, it was a bit busy on the beach; girls were dressed up walking in a sexy way to maybe attract this handsome guy! Guys were playing football, families were sitting on circles eating or chatting, life guards were hanging out! But in which category do I fit? I asked myself. I was trying to find a space for me in this disjointed space…
At night! It was totally different, the city wore another color, it was lively, all these youth came out and headed to la varandilla which is like a huge balcony where you can see the whole beach. Mostly young women dressed up as if they were going to a night club to party with their friends or lovers, but they only walked with no objective from an outsider point of view. But I am sure there was an invisible objective in their everyday walks!
Everyone’s destination is there, it gets crowded and all of a sudden just like you are emptying a basket of fruits, everyone disappears, and you see the walls of the city telling you million stories about these people, their daily life, their dreams and their history.
It is a humble place with great past and proud people.
