Family Heirlooms

Our friend is a kind man; a generous man. When we are out in the souks, struggling to keep pace with his long brown legs, I rarely understand the words that float into heavy airless stalls, nestle among great stacks of weighty carpets, or reverberate in spaces filled with brass and copper. But I understand the smiles and friendship and the joy felt by his friends and acquaintances that we pass. El Sharif is a respected man, a man to be admired. He has held the American Dream in the palm of his hand and seen his own face reflected in its glossy sheen.

And yet, his heart is Moroccan. He is concerned with cultural preservation and traditional art forms. He performs as an ambassador for those who have the privilege of spending time with him, sharing his intimate knowledge of Mococco’s rich culture and history. He actually appears to enjoy having the silly Americans tag along, and our appreciation seems to be sufficient reciprocation.

His model of generosity is one to emulate. Along with cash offerings to those we encounter, El Sharif also passes out smiles and jokes and laughter and intimate banter to those we pass. The impact of these heartfelt interactions is tangible; the dark stalls brighten with beaming grins and conversation. His ability to reach out and connect with those around him, as he winds through the dense markets is a language he has been practicing since he was a child, spending time in the carpet markets with his father. It's a family tradition, like so many that we encounter in this part of the world. 

Knowledge and networks are family heirlooms here in Morocco, with the same imperfections and sentimental values that we associate with our antique armoires and family jewelry. They are cherished and honored and passed down through generations, collecting dust and stories and worn edges.