18/05/2026
Salam from Morocco 🇲🇦🫒🫏
I've been reflecting a lot lately so thought I would share my thoughts here...
I've always been fascinated in people and social behaviour. When I was younger I obsessed over forensics and why people commit crime. I wanted to become a forensic psychologist so studied this at university. I then worked in a forensic hospital for some time and learned about adverse childhood experiences and discovered mental health nursing was a profession, this led me to my Masters degree in psychiatric nursing. My fascination with people grew as I travelled, I didn't wish to just see the countries famous places, I was obsessed with culture, how people cook, spend their day, bring up their children, work, heal and how children play and learn.
I arrived in Morocco last week and after a busy evening travelling, I was woke by the call to prayer at 4:58am. I lay there listening in the silence. The sound filled me with nostalgia from my childhood trips to Türkiye. That foreign sound guided my mind back to meeting children from around the world as a child myself, hearing their language, their song, seeing their skin and their eyes with fascination, wanting to learn more about their story and ancestral lineage. Travel gave me a thirst to read... I read book after book as a child, desperate to learn more about culture.
As a nurse and therapist I have sat with so many families, heard their stories, learned how difficult their travel has been to seek asylum, learned from colleagues about their home countries, drank aloe vera in the nursing office to be polite to a colleague from Africa, begged for more detail from nurses from the Philippines, listened deeply when a patient is missing their home values and beliefs in a foreign land.
As I travel, I feel drawn to soak in not just the land but the faces, the hands, the ways of life, not just the place. I love people and stories. This love feeds my passion about this work that I do, all of it.
Every story,
Every tear,
Every smile,
Shared
Is beautiful to me ♥️
