Babel, the movie, was not in Tazarine !

Remember I told you Babel was not in Tazzarine ?
But how puzzled I was about the road sign ?

OK, Bilal saw the movie.
It was made in Aït Sahoun, near Ouarzazate.

This is Aït Sahoun :

Ait Sahoun pass, near Ouarzazate (c) MA Koiransky - Lumière de Lune

And they just put a fake road sign that does not exist. That was what made me unable to identify the place !

Here is the trailer, you can check the mountains :

Light unto the Nations, a photoexhibition of tolerance and mutual understanding

Coexistence, by Gilad Benari

In spite of being only remotly linked to Morocco, I'd like to present an exhibition "Light unto the Nations" that is taking place in Toronto, in the he Lennox Contemporary Gallery, (Art & Design District ), from 10th of May on. It showcases eight photographers -- four Muslims and four Jews who have submitted a total of 64 images, mostly from the Middle East.

Searching Water in Mali by Anthony Asael

These photos represent the work of photographers from the famous to the unknown, from professional to the amateur. The collection varies in style from portraiture, conceptual, photojournalism, street to still life.

Faith by Maxlain

The images are arranged around the theme of tolerance. In times where blind terrorism can stroke anywhere, this message must be repeated over and over, with a strong voice.

Prayer by Gilad Benari

If you're in Toronto, please visit the exhibition. If not, at least, drop by the website www.alightuntothenations.com

Scarifications by Anthony Asael

Magnificent Glawi

Most secret Moroccan houses can hide true wonders, like this door found in a small room of an old house in the Medina of Ouarzazate, near the kasbah of Taourirt.

Both sides are richly decorated, but in a different way. Which side was for the inner of the room ? Most certainly the lighter one, which still has its original silver locker. Like many Moroccan doors, they are quite narrow, only 54 cm wide for each side (the lobbies were quite narrow, specially over the patio) and high (1m90). That fitted rooms built to protect people from heat and sun.

Patterns are extraordinary well conserved, which is normal with traditionnal pigment.

Details are clearly showing it :

Green is mint, blue with indigo, yellow with safran, red with cocheinal insect or madder. The normal paint did not resist so wel and shows red wood under, which could be ceddar wood. I find specially attractive the slight irregularity of the pattern. It was traced on the door by the Maalem with a compass, planned down in case of mistake, but there was always so small differences at the end.

Flowers can hint that the room was for women. Maybe the Favorite's room ? Or one occupied by a spouse and her children ? The frame of the rose is based on the six points star, so called Magen or Salomons Sceal, which was used as a powerful protection symbol for a long time in Morocco. (Actually, it was even on the flag of some sultans. The Alawites had a plain red flag, and the current five points star was added under the Protectorate, to differentiate the national flag from some used by other tribes).

Instead of large panels, the other side is divided in small rectangular cases. Here again we see a floral decoration, somehow different from the usual geometrical and abstract decorations. The main colors are warm, red and yellow, cochineal and saffron. The flowers look like in a garden, the lines are traced at first, in black, and then the colors are appllied with a stencil.

Just imagine this ancient door in the kasbah, probably on the first floor, opening onto the inner patio. The beauty of this deep warm colors in harmony with the adobe walls, the inner side matching some white and blue ceramics.
The silver locker closes on these mysteries.

And when you compare to this door, which is still in Telouet, another kasbah of the Glawis, the similarities between the patterns, and even the wood underneath is striking.

Desert Flowers

This things, taht reminds daffodil, corn and a kind of cactus is a root of tamarisk, which grows through the sand in spring, and blooms.
After the rains, there was a lot of them around the Oasis.
Unfortunatly, the flower does not stay beautiful a very long time. In a few hours, a few days, it blackens, like if it was rooting, or had been burnt.

Seen from a little far away, these yellow flowers are brilliant lights in the desert

Don't steal our images, don't steal our texts

I know, it's an endless fight.
After a long day, a frustrating long day chasing copies of our photos and texts on the Web, I decided I would try to explain again.

It is clearly written on several places on this site that " All images, photos, illustrations and texts on this site are protected and copyrighted. Texts, photos and illustrations are the property of Marie-Aude Koiransky (www.lumieredelune.com) when not said otherwise.
Reproduction or representation, in part or totally, of pages, data, information, or any other element part of this site, by any mean or way, is forbidden and, without our written agreement, is a breach of copyright and a counterfeiting and piracy." And for example here.

I thought this was clear, wasn't it ? Putting some date on the Web, on a page, does not mean it's free to use for anyone. The "free" content (that one can use again and again like he wants) cannot be presumed, it must be clearly indicated. Everything which is not labelled "free of right" or "under Creative Commons Licence" cannot be used without our authorization. And, yes, you have a right to quote. To quote means use a few sentences, one or two lines. With the source, and the name of the author. According to French and European law, the right to quote does not apply to images, and the fair use does not exist. You cannot use, modify, frame or whatsoever one of our images without our authorization.

And this is true also according to Moroccan law. You know this similarity between our legislation, my Moroccan friends, who are the very firsts to claim your right to your image (which I respect), to ask for money for the simplest street shot, where you might be spotted as an unrecognizable shadow. I respect your right, respect my rights as a photographer and an author.

What does that mean, practically ?

Any use which is not authorized and goes beyond the limits of the quotation will be tracked. Use made for commercial activities, whatever they are, will be invoiced with a minimum of 500 euros for an image, or for a text. (So an image and a text are 1.000 euros). You find this is a lot ? Maybe. But I'm the owner, I'm the seller, I fix the prices. You use, you buy, you pay.

This is a lot, you say ? Not that much, in fact.

Let's start with the texts

I spent a lot of time doing this website. Around four months for the French version, around a month for the translation in English, and maybe another month for all additional material, including this blog.
I took the time to look for information, to check its accuracy, to avoid the mistakes, to write myself, with my own words, I also tried to optimize the content for Google.
Which seems to work somehow, as you arrived on this site, easily. We have more than 40.000 visitors a month, and on many queries, we are on the first page.

When you copy and paste, in five seconds, you appropriate yourself all this work. Do you really think it's normal ?
Let's imagine you have a restaurant, and I want to open one. I pass by, I like your plates, I take them...
How would you call that ?
It's exactly the same thing to copy our texts. A professional writer costs money, you take for yourself a work you neither paid, nor did. And on top of that, most of the time "you" are our direct competitors.
And you make us some damage, on top of that (Look in Google for "duplicate content" and you'll get the idea).

For images, for pictures, it's even worse to me.

One of my friends, also a photographer, told me once that she felt like being raped when someone used her images. Without going that far, at least for me, it is a very unnerving, frustrating and saddening experience.
You, who are not a photographer, you who just look for nice images for your website or your blog, you think it's easy, just a second to make a shot. Then do it. Yourself.

I'm photographing for more than fifteen years. During these fifteen years, I trained myself, I made a lot of bad images (I still do, but fewer), I read books, magazines, I attended trainings, I went to exhibitions. I trained my eye, and my technical skills. If I'm able, now, to make "the good shot" in a second, it is only thanks to all these years. Photography is, like any craft, a question of training and practice.

It's also a question of equipment. Not only, not mainly, but that's a part of it. I invested in a camera and lenses that helps me to photos in difficult situation (and photo is not easy in Morocco. Light is beautiful, but difficult). I have a computer, I paid the licence of a photo processing software, I have external drives for back-up, a burner, the big screen I need to process my images without too much colour problems, and again, I spent some time learning all that. Once again, techniques, time and money. All that are a part of what helps me to take a photo "in a second".

And when you have done the same thing as I, you'll understand it is not the essential part of it.
To make a photo is to show how one sees the world. How I apprehend it, what I find beautiful, or ugly, shocking or exciting. There is in my portraits what I feel for the people I show. There is in my landscapes, in my flowers, my macros, my perception, my sensitivity. Not yours. When you appropriate one of my images, it's a little bit of myself that you steal, and that's what is infuriating.

Last but not least, legal aspects.

Exclusivity. I'm a photographer. Which means, basically, I make a living of selling my images. Some of my customers want images only for themselves, and are ready to pay for that. When my images stay on my websites, I can remove them when it is needed, asap. When you copy them on your site, without mentioning my rights, you launch them away... God knows where they will arrive ! This is a damage to me.
Image right. I respect the right of the persons. When it is necessary (you can just look yourself what that means), I have an authorization to use these images. This authorization can be limited, restricted for example, to my website. Not yours. Taking this image, you don't respect the rights of these persons. If a woman accepted that I make her portrait, and that I show it, she might not accept the same thing for you. You have no idea of the relation we could have.

For a long time, I did not want to spoil the image with a watermark. But this is necessary. Hateful, ugly, and necessary. The pages of this site are protected by Copyscape, watermarks and tags will appear quickly. I regret it.

Once again, all images, photos, illustrations and texts on this site are protected and copyrighted. Texts, photos and illustrations are the property of Marie-Aude Koiransky (www.lumieredelune.com) when not said otherwise.
Reproduction or representation, in part or totally, of pages, data, information, or any other element part of this site, by any mean or way, is forbidden and, without our written agreement, is a breach of copyright and a counterfeiting and piracy. Any non-authorized use, longer than the normal quote, and made by any commercial structure or person will be invoiced at least 500 euros. Any non-commercial use which will not be removed or modified quickly enough will be invoiced the same way. Web is not a Far West when everything is free of rights and free of charge.

Don't touch my country

Drawing by Mehdi (c)Mehdi7

This blog has no intention to be a political one. It is written on the website of a company, and that's no place for political discussions. Nevertheless, it seems impossible not to speak about the lasts events in Morocco, Algeria, and the new terrorist wave that seems to raise in North Africa.
What happened in Morocco was far from being as murderous as in Algeria.
Everything started this time by an explosion in a cybercafé of Casablanca, in a popular neighbourhood, what happened was so absurd someone could ask whether the whole thing has been staged, or whether Laurel and Hardy entered Al Quaida.
To summarize the official version, young kids, with their explosive belts, were in a cyber to receive by internet instructions about where they were supposed to explode themselves. The boss of the cyber notices them (how?), police comes, and they explode themselves.
Shortly later, police finds a cache of explosives. There again the terrorists prefer to blow themselves than to surrender. Police is pursuing hide and seek in Casablanca.
Threats would be mainly targeted to Casablanca harbour, as economical centre. (In spite of Agadir or Tangiers being more important).

A strong contrast with the violence in Algeria, where a truce had been signed.

Even if Al Quaïda is responsible in both countries, even if it seeks to extend its influence on North Africa, even if threats already existed in Morocco, since the bomb that devastated a hotel in Marrakech in 1994, the situation is nothing alike in the two countries, neither it is comparable with Egypt, which was several times so severely stricken.

In the positive points :

• The first result of the bombing of 1994 was to unite the country behind his King in rejection of this violence. The illustration of this post is the adaptation of a hand of Fatima, which is over there a lucky charm. It mimics a French campaign against racism "don't touch my pal", and says "don't touch my country". Design made by Mehdi, and took on his French speaking blog, Mehdi7, a blog I particularly like for its tolerance, and intelligence. And this is why I took this drawing, instead of the official poster.
• Morocco is the sole country in North Africa to be governed by a religious leader. The King is at the same time Prince of the Believers. He is chorfa, meaning a direct descendant of the Prophet. Those who were in Morocco when Hassan II died remember still with some surprise how much the country mourned his King, with a real and deep sadness, in spite of all they could reproach him.
• Morocco is no fundamentalist country. Its history is more mingled, more opened than in Algeria, for example. "Bearded men" are not as numerous as in other countries.
• Morocco is no revolutionary country… a fighting one, and rebellious, that's true, able of explosions and riots, at least in the past, but somehow benevolent. I'm often told that the only thing that could push a Moroccan on the road to revolution is missing his bi-daily tajine. Maybe exaggerated, but I found in this country a real "douceur de vivre".
• Morocco likes its King. Morocco grumbles and complains that progresses are too slow, but, overall, finds it has a good King.
• It has rained a lot. Morocco is green, agriculture is flourishing, the yearly crop will be rather good. Do you know a lot of farmers who go out to cut heads and rebel when they have crops to harvest ? Scythes cannot be used on two different targets at the same time.
• Fight against poverty progresses, shanty towns replacement programs also, and literacy.
• I never met a Moroccan who approved suicidal bombings or terrorism. Opinion on the events in Palestine is of course in favour of Palestinians, but terrorism is "something else" (On the other hand, I'm certainly not the kind of person susceptible to acquaint with Salafists or other fundamentalists, I the impure, the unfaithful).
• Repression of corruption started, the worst ones are taken away.

In the drawbacks :

• Fundamentalists obviously progressed.
• Many Moroccans find that the reforms are not quick enough, and that the King could do better, quicker, and more.
• There is a lack of rain in the North, less agricultural than the South, but nevertheless, it makes some people unhappy (specially in the "special farming" area of the Riff).
• From what I can understand of Arabic speaking media, when they take part in a French speaking talk show on TV, there are in this language some newspaper that are real muckrakers, a very dirty and brown muck (or green-brown…). Do they have people listening to them ? Well, they have readers.
• There are still many shanty towns, and poverty.
• There is a fear, concerning the free-trade agreements with the States, and what they are, or not, going to bring to Morocco.
• Like in all Muslim countries, the international situation (Iraq and so on…) supports a feeling of solidarity in front of a "non-Muslim" world, resented at least as over interventionist.
• Morocco lacks high level administration and civil servants. And, lacking anything better, relegation of corrupted civil servants often brings back the former ones who receive forgiveness because there is a job to do.
• There is a very high unemployment rate, specially among the young people. Even someone with a doctorate has a lot of problems to find a job. The very low level of the public system, in primary, secondary education as well as in university prevents more and more children of the "non-upper class" to get a diploma with a real chance of getting a job. This is for main the main risk, this high number of educated people, who have nothing to do, and cannot get a normal life, getting married, having one's flat…
• Everyone thinks the fundamentalists will win the elections.

Because there are elections to the Parliament in September.
Their impact is totally different from European elections, or in any real democracy. Parliament discusses, and the King does whatever he wants, like he wants. Not a line of the Iron Constitution issued by Hassan II, making him the supreme leader of all armies, government and religious matters (hence, through government and religion, justice), not a word was changed. Mohammed VI wears a padded velvet glove, but the system is still at disposal.
Political parties are not free. The King negotiates now the result of the elections, deciding with the parties who is authorized to present himself, and therefore, who can be elected. Much more efficient and direct a method than any circumscription redesign.
Censorship is still in place, and monitors what is or not authorized. Government effectively controls religious speech, all imams, without any exception, are nominated and dismissed if necessary by the Habbous, of Ministry of Religious affairs. Every week, they receive a speech they have to read at the beginning of the Friday preach. They are free to add… as long as it fits in the line.

It is difficult to understand what really happens. Anything is possible, from an arrival of Al Quaida to a manipulation from the central power, letting some things happen to repress them and stir the same consensus against fundamentalists as after each bombing.
It could be clearer after the vote, and the month of Ramadan that starts just after.

But what I know for sure is that in the Morocco I know, going more or less from the north of Marrakech to the Saharan border, I feel well. I never felt assaulted, rejected, called at for any kind of reason. I see a few bearded men in the street (don't misunderstand : most of these bearded men are just religious people, not thinking any evil, and not being dangerous at all. This is just to summarize an atmosphere). I feel a strong will and hope for improvement, for moralization of political life (one of the greatest challenges), and at the same time, a general rejection of violence.

Police is everywhere. Tourism is the most precious asset of Morocco, all Moroccans living from it know that when it stops, the country is bankrupted. And the foreigner is, at first, a guest, and someone to respect, with all the implications the word "guest" has in this culture… I regularly meet Jewish tourists, coming back on their forefathers tracks, or making a pilgrimage on the grave of some Jewish Sidi. In the Morocco I start to know, there is little place for violence and intolerance. Risks exist, like everywhere. I could have died, 21 years ago, in the bombing at Tati general store, on 17th of September 1986. I left the store just ten minutes before it exploded. I lived in Paris without any problem nor fear all these years. Terrorism is a plague striking the whole planet now, but Morocco is no more exposed than France, Great-Britain, USA, nor any other country, and the count of victims is quite low in comparison with many others.

PS: this is not a call for political fight. This is what I experience and feel about Morocco. I'm no political expert, but I spend a lot of time there. I'm opened to any constructive discussion. Anything else will be removed.

Cycling the world

We met Hirsch in the Dades valley while we were having lunch in a wonderful hotel, over the river Dades.

This guy was impressive, with his bicycle, the small packed trailer, and huge collection of flags, which hintered he had travelled from far away.

I stepped by for a short talk with him (we were with customers, and he was with a friend) and he explained me he was now cycling for two years, started in Vanuatu, and was somehow making a tour around the world...

If you want to know more about him, pay a visit to his blog, "Make Some Day Today" and follow his track.

I hope we'll meet this summer !

Aissawas' Brotherhood

On the French version of this blog, someone mentioned the Aïssawas. Even if they are not as well as the Gnawas outside of Morocco, they are as important, even more, in the country. Like Gnawas, they are a constellation we can see under different viewpoints.

Tribe from the south, between Tafraoute and Taroudant, they are the origin of one of the most important brotherhoods of north Africa. Created in the sixteenth century by Sidi Mohammed ben Aïssa, it has its centre in Meknes, where the saint is buried.

One would need a whole website to really explain what are the Moroccan zawyias, and what they represent. To say – mutatis mutandis – that they are the equivalent of the abbeys of the Middle Age, in terms of political power and religious influence, would be a good summary. They are at the same time a religious centre, and an Islamic school, they host poor people and diseases, and take an active part as power and counter-power centres in the history of Morocco.

A zawyia is organised around a Muslim saint, a Sidi, as they are called, a pious man loving God, and who receives in return Baraka. Baraka became in French the equivalent of good luck, but it is more than that. It's is the power granted by God t make miracles, surge a source of water, cure the diseases, expel the djinns, and, in general, protect ones' people (hence the good luck that you have when you're tribe has a Sidi with Baraka). Baraka can be inherited. The Sidi transmits his powers to his sons and descent. That's how, over time, Gnawas, Aïssawas or other groups, became special people, with this inherited power. Most of the members of the brotherhood belong to the original tribe, but, in some cases, external people are also welcomed. They will be part of the brotherhood, but will not get themselves the Baraka.

Zawyia is the name of the central building of the brotherhood, as well as the brotherhood itself. Like the abbey is the building, the organisation, its members and its culture. The building is erected around the grave of the Sidi, or marabout, which is the centre of the Baraka, like a focus. Usually, there are also an inn, where pilgrims are hosted, a mosque, a Medersa, or Islamic school, with a library, and a hospital. Many mental diseases are cured there, through specific rituals.

Zawyias are impregnated with Sufism. Second topic which would need a whole website… and a third one about specificities of Moroccan Sufism. To make it short, Sufism is the esoteric, mystical part of Islam. The believer seeks the destruction of his own personality, the dissolution of the ego, through a constant reminder of God. This remembrance (dikhr) is made, among others, through long litanies leading to trance, the repetitions of the names of Gods, his praises, and the praise of saints. It can also be accomplished through other rituals, like dance (see the dervishes), and trance, which opens to other rituals, in conjunction with Baraka. This is how one can walk on fire…
Sufism is a mystic and ascetic movement. It is also feared by the central power, for its strength, and specially in south Morocco, zawiyas were essential players, pillars around which the resistance of the rebelled country (bled al siba) against the maghzen (central power of the sultan, which was sometimes a very small part of Morocco) was organized.
In an Islam country, where everyone is submitted to God, any religious leader is a potential threat for the political power…

Brotherhoods rituals also made place for pre-Islamic beliefs. Magical rituals forbidden by Islam are tolerated when then are the expression of God's power and will, through the Baraka given to the saint.

What remains of this spirituality depends of the people. Some see there only the sacrifice of a goat or a mutton, the power of the spell, like the one binding husbands on this grid (in Marrakech, one of the graves of the seven Holy Men). Others will be more sensitive to the mystic, this quest of self-oblivion in the divine. Very clearly, nowadays, what is openly spoken are the second part, rituals, dikhr, and songs. Magic does not exist, at least maybe for other people, the neighbour maybe ? … Then, what are all these hands of Fatima and other protections for ?

Aissawas are among the most feared in Morocco. Patrick had a wonderful sentence, "bogeymen of Morocco". Their rituals are terrible, they are even told to eat living snakes. Their power is as great. Their zawiya, in Meknes, is allied to Moulay Idriss, the Holy city where the assassinated founder of the first Moroccan dynasty is buried.

These rituals are not mentioned on their site. Because they do have a site where the religious part of their rituals is well detailed. Like one often says in Morocco, between tradition and modernity ! Pay a visit to their pages, and specially to the MP3 file, that gives a small extract of a sung praise. Imagine yourself there, in the heart of the night, in a small dark room. The rhythms of the drums started a long time ago, and you're a part of this deep and regular choir, for hours….

No fool's day but Mouloud

Today is the Prophet's birthday. So no fool's day, no stupid jokes, but a holliday, and also tomorrow.

In many villages, there will be a moussem. That's the case in Tazzarine, where Sidi Amrou is celebrated. It's marabout (mausoleum) is paint totally anew, and decorated. Singing and dancing will take place in the street.