Rabat - It was a warm and windy morning in the middle of September 1982. I can’t recall that many of the details, except how my mom was holding my hands in full celebration of the moment and how my heart was melting from a mix of fear and joy. I had heard of all the beautiful things in classrooms and been fully excited about my own. As all children do, I expected my teachers to be great men like my father, one who gives love and wisdom, or great women like my lovely mom, whose words still light my way. I had waited long enough before I became a student, before I realized that everything, somehow, begins and ends at that very moment.

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Abdallah Zbir holds a Teacher Diploma in Arabic Language and Literature from Teachers Training Center.