Showing posts with label Valley of Ourika. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Valley of Ourika. Show all posts
Saturday, 6 June 2020
Sunday, 24 November 2013
Saturday, 17 December 2011
Tuesday, 22 November 2011
Setti Fatma, Lady Fatima Of Ourika
Anyone who has been to the Ourika Valley will almost probably have visited or at least have seen the road signs for the village of Setti Fatma. Setti Fatma is where the road of Route d’Ourika ends. As the asphalt road turns into a sandy track a four-wheel drive vehicle will take you slightly further until nothing more than a small footpath takes you far into the High Atlas Mountains.
Setti Fatma has numerous little outdoor restaurants along the river bank, a few souvenir shops, far too many parking attendants and more guides than visitors to lead the way to the famous waterfalls. Lesser known is the legend of Lady Fatima after which the small village has been named (Setti Fatma meaning Lady Fatima in Arabic).
The legend of Lady Fatima is a beautiful tale which took place about a thousand years ago. As a young girl she came from Egypt to Morocco and lived with a local family until she married at the age of twelve. She gave birth to two children who apparently predeceased her and are buried with her in her tomb.
One day while gathering wood, Lady Fatima pushed a stick into the ground in search of water and miraculously it created a spring. This is supposedly the origin of the seven waterfalls in the Ourika Valley. The legend also tells of her miracle healing powers and how she cured marital and fertility problems. After her death people continued to bathe in the water from the waterfall and pray at her grave for a remedy for their problems.
Lady Fatima’s tomb lies in a small building high on the mountainside that overlooks the village. She is one of Morocco’s many holy mystic women and she still receives daily offerings from local women. Once a year a moussem is held in her name and it is the third most important moussem of Morocco.
| The end of Route d 'Ourika |
Setti Fatma has numerous little outdoor restaurants along the river bank, a few souvenir shops, far too many parking attendants and more guides than visitors to lead the way to the famous waterfalls. Lesser known is the legend of Lady Fatima after which the small village has been named (Setti Fatma meaning Lady Fatima in Arabic).
The legend of Lady Fatima is a beautiful tale which took place about a thousand years ago. As a young girl she came from Egypt to Morocco and lived with a local family until she married at the age of twelve. She gave birth to two children who apparently predeceased her and are buried with her in her tomb.
| The Koubba of Setti Fatma is vaguely visible between the trees |
One day while gathering wood, Lady Fatima pushed a stick into the ground in search of water and miraculously it created a spring. This is supposedly the origin of the seven waterfalls in the Ourika Valley. The legend also tells of her miracle healing powers and how she cured marital and fertility problems. After her death people continued to bathe in the water from the waterfall and pray at her grave for a remedy for their problems.
Lady Fatima’s tomb lies in a small building high on the mountainside that overlooks the village. She is one of Morocco’s many holy mystic women and she still receives daily offerings from local women. Once a year a moussem is held in her name and it is the third most important moussem of Morocco.
| A small bridge crosses the river to a small path which leads to the Koubba of Lady Fatima |
| The building where Lady Fatima is buried with her two daughters |
Thursday, 3 November 2011
A Douar And Catching Beauty
November and yet every day we are blessed with a bright and warm autumn sun. Late in the afternoon, just an hour before the sun definitely disappears behind the giant mountain on our left, it shines upon an ancient dour (Berber village) we look upon from our side of the river. It is a magical moment as the douar bathes, enchantingly and serene in the last rays of sunlight.
I have taken countless shots in every season and from every possible angle to try and capture the glory of this particular moment but the results are far from satisfactory. This beauty won’t be caught easily but I’ll keep on trying.
Thursday, 14 July 2011
Friday, 1 July 2011
Prunes Of Ourika
Tuesday, 14 June 2011
Small Treasures Of Morocco
Outside our house there is the kingdom of Mother Nature. From left to right a spectacular view of the greenest mountains and the river that runs through the valley as its source of life. The only sounds being the twittering of birds in the morning and late afternoon (did you know that birds take a siesta?) and on a hot day like today the distant cheers of Berber children playing in the river. Our garden has fruit trees, rose bushes and fluffy rabbits hopping around, consequently eating everything we plant.
My little kingdom is inside the house. Take a look at some of the small treasures I've purchased in Morocco and that decorate our house.
Oh, check out the Handira Boutique for some stunning new blankets I bought yesterday. When I found the large 1001 sparkler I blinked my eyes a few times to make sure I wasn't dreaming. How lucky can a girl get!
My little kingdom is inside the house. Take a look at some of the small treasures I've purchased in Morocco and that decorate our house.
| Ceramic pot from Fez |
| Mysterious little object, origin unknown |
| Brass candle holder |
| Berber pottery |
| Ceramic vases from Safi |
Oh, check out the Handira Boutique for some stunning new blankets I bought yesterday. When I found the large 1001 sparkler I blinked my eyes a few times to make sure I wasn't dreaming. How lucky can a girl get!
Labels:
Handira,
Marrakech,
Shopping,
Valley of Ourika
Tuesday, 3 May 2011
Force Of Nature
Sometimes even driving home becomes an adventurous expedition! Yesterday we had to cross this flood covered road by car to reach our house.
Saturday, 23 April 2011
Berber Life
What better way to de-stress than a steep walk into the Atlas Mountains! And so we did, on a bright Sunday morning we set of with a dear Italian friend and his guests to enter the world of the Amazigh Berber people.
From Dar Zohra, across the river, it takes a mere fifteen minutes to arrive into the silence and after thirty minutes all worldly sounds have vanished until all you hear are the whistling birds and the sound of sand grinding underneath the sole of your shoe. An hour later I had forgotten all my worries about the upcoming opening of the guesthouse and I felt wonderfully liberated from my endless flow of thoughts!
Our goal was a distant douar (Berber village), pressed high against the back of a mountain and only accessible by foot. The village is still self sufficient but electricity will soon be transmitted to this rural community.
| A Berber girl with her goats |
| The Douar |
Our goal was a distant douar (Berber village), pressed high against the back of a mountain and only accessible by foot. The village is still self sufficient but electricity will soon be transmitted to this rural community.
| Entrance to the village |
| Narrow alley in the village |
| A welcome at the house of Lahcen |
| Zohra enjoying a cool breeze |
| Lunch! |
| The kitchen where our lunch was cooked |
| Also the kitchen |
| Entrance of the house of Lahcen |
| The room where the family eats and sleeps |
| Beautiful rug, typical for this region |
| A weaving loom |
Labels:
Atlas Mountains,
Berber,
Valley of Ourika
Friday, 28 January 2011
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