rachid.khan

After a lot of years of hesitation, i decided finally to write the story of my life as a teacher; And believe me you will  see that it was a Hard-ship, i am not under estimating my job,but i am critisizing the condition in which we were obliged, and still, to teach and maybe this is one of the hundred raisons that pushed our Education  to the last rank with Irak and Yemen, according to the last survey.
In 2003 ,after passing two years of Formation in a center of Teachers, at Guelmim a small city in the south of Morocco -it is considered as " A Door of Sahara"- They sent us back to Tiznit where we chose our schools, all the affectations led to the country side.
I still remember my struggle to get to my school ,as there was no Taxi or Bus to lead us there, i was obliged to find some one to do so,they were hiding from the police because they didn't have any licence to carry poeple.

Never mind i was lucky to find a driver,so we took the rood,my school was a Hundred sixty Kilometers far from Tiznit in a Berber Village,Thanks to ALLAH i was affectted with five teachers, three of theme were my ex-class-mate, and the two others were berbers.
During the Rood i saw some trees and some beautiful places i shouldn't denny that it was very sight- seeing, but the more Kilometers we took, the worst places  we found,so after a Hundred and twenty Kilometers we began  crossing a dusty rood, full of stones and holes , i let you imagine how worst it was...
I arrived there at 4 pm,i was so exuasted that i couldn't carry my laggages,fortunately my friends were already there; they arrived before me.
the house was very small with two rooms, and besides the three classes, i felt disappointed because it was like an exile, there was no neighboors,they exist but in the other mountains in front of us; I spent a while cleaning and organizing my things,because i wanted to call my family in order to tell them that every thing was good, i climbed the biggest mountain there with the hope to find the net-work but in vain, i endeavoured my self in order not to cry, because it was hard for my to stand my surrounding, it was the first time in my life to see a village,and you know what i was not there as a visitor but as a citizen, i always used to complain about not having a farm where to spend some times,but now i don't.
My first night -and even the other nights- was very romantic !! candles were every where, hardly we ate something, i couldn't remember exactly what was it like my first meal there; anyway we spent all the evening playing cards,listening to radio and telling Jokes,till the mid-night time when Romance ceased to exist since we switched-off the candles and we reached our miserable beds.
we tried to sleep but no luck,so we kept on talking till the moment when we heard our friend "said"  snoring,francly we couldn't prevent our selves from laughing....
By 8 am,we had already reached our classrooms,waiting for the students and preparing what to do; then they arrived one after one i counted them i had only fourteen student,i had no choices because according to the marks of the center iam the last one,so i took the first level between 6 and 7 years old.
I didn't manage to communicate with them since they didn't understand me,i i either;I asked help from Said,he taught me some few words in berber like " Nakki ismino rachid"  which means my name is rachid,and " Amma kiyye makki sminek or Makki sminem ? -according to their sex - which means " and you what's yor name?"  ; "MENCHEK ADDAREK / MENCHEK ADDAREM?"  meaning "how old are you?" and so on ...
Really it was very hard, to converse with them that is why i decided to learn some berber.
That was not the only problem that we had there,more over we suffered from not having a good water,we used to drink a mixture between water and dust ,meaning that the  water's   color was brown!!!
An other funny problem that we bore is the daily faight with the people;they were very hard,and racist, not only they didn't send us bread -some days we ate the food with spoons!!- they prevent us from walking through the mountains as well, we used it because it was the  shorter way to reach other schools Either "the school of Tagadirt" or " the school of Tazemort". i will never forget what one of them told us ,i think that he was creazy, he said " you see that mountain!" ,my answer was yes ,and he said angrily :" it's mine! you aren't allowed to walk through it"!!!
It was the ridiculous thing  i have ever heard.