After a week at my dad’s village it was my mom’s turn to visit her village, my grandma still lives there, one of the few people who still lives there, it’s much more deserted than my dad’s village once their you would think you traveled back in time.
My aunties agreed to meet at my grandma’s for two days, and if you ask me this is the worst thing that happened to me so far in this trip, when those four women gather up nothing good will came up from it, but I had a plan just stay away from them, the less I hear about what they are talking about the better it is.
My grandma’s house is really old, she has electricity but again no water which can make living so uncomfortable yet she insist on living there it’s her home she says, she can’t support living anywhere else, unlike her most of the families in the village decided to leave either to the cities or to other villages seeking better living conditions for them and for their children and no one can really blame them for that.
Once there, we settled down, kissed my grandma who looks smaller every time we visit her and my aunties and mom started their, how should I call it, started their rituals, I went to another room lied on the floor and started thinking about what should I do in this long endless day, just looking at the ceiling made me think of all the fun things we used do in this house, when we were children and then negative thinking started about how when we grow up all the fun already ended, I heard a lot of people say that, but no I’ll never be one of those nostalgic people, I refuse to be one of those losers, the fun just started.
I took my camera and started taking photos of anything and everything one day all this would be lost like all the memories from the past, better document it, I started with the ceiling which is already a masterpiece did you ever sow ceilings like those:
I sneaked outside, and strolling in the empty streets it caught my eyes how beautiful the old doors of some abandoned houses were, I know that a lot of those houses are not abandoned but it seemed so cool to say so, sorry about that, anyway those are some of them:
While rereading what I wrote it seems like I complained too much about my aunties, they are not that bad, it’s just that we are different, like if we belong to two different worlds, we only have one small thing in common, our love to amazigh jewelries.
I asked once my aunty zayna to make for me Tajbadt which is an amazigh necklace made out of 39i9 and jouher ( I don’t know how to translate those to English), it’s usually worn during celebrations with the whole set of silver amazigh jewelries and according to mom only old women wear it daily, I was so happy that my aunt zayna didn't forget about it and finally made one for me, I’ll wear it daily I have an old soul so I don’t care that only old women wear it daily.
Thanks aunt zayna, you are the best.