Brahim, 11, from a remote mountain village can see as far as his feet. At least that's something as it means he doesn't stumble too often when he’s walking along the narrow mountain tracks near his home.
His father travels regularly to the main town down in the plains to get some money for the family - he's the crippled beggar that we pass by every other day on our way to do our own important jobs.
His mother works in the terraced fields around their village, gathers firewood, makes bread and scrapes bits & pieces of food together to feed hungry mouths. Money on health-care isn’t even at the bottom of the list - it just doesn't feature.

Amazingly, despite everything, Brahim was still keen to give the small village pre-fab school perched on the hillside, a bash. Called lots of unkind names by those clever children in the class who know it all, he walked up to the blackboard every day to see what the teacher had written before returning to his desk unable to see the sniggering faces around him. That was before someone finally called it a day for him. His routine since then has centred around Friday mid-day prayers and helping the imam in mosque duties.
His reward is a couple of dirham and a promise that he will be rewarded in paradise.
Brahim though visited the main town the other day with a few of his friends. Travelling in the back of an open truck for an hour and a half along a mountain road that has seen a couple of recent accidents, a fatality and a dozen others badly injured in the last while, he arrived dusty but relieved that the journey had been accident free.
The purpose of the boys visit to the town was to go to the local health clinic to get their eyes tested. Rudimentary facilities compared to “specsavers” or the like, they emerged nonetheless after an hour or so, each clutching a piece of paper with some scribbled figures on them. The owner of a glasses shop would later make out Brahim's to be minus 8 on average for both eyes.

Even though the distance between town and village is less than 50km as the kestrel flies, the boys had made the journey to town only a few times before and hearing car horns and avoiding collisions with cyclists were still all quite new experiences to talk about later. Just communicating with the eye doctor confirmed to Brahim & his friends, as if they needed it, that their mountain village was a different world to his town - they spoke a different language to him and only but for the headman of the village being with them who spoke both languages and could act as interpreter, they would probably have come away empty handed.
Brahim & his friends are now back home up in the mountains after having eaten a good tajine in town before they left. They're now waiting for someone to bring their newly made glasses up to them next week - inshallah.
The only thing Brahim doesn't want, now that he'll soon have glasses, is to see those sniggering faces of the know-it-alls in the classroom. That he'll have to deal with some other way.
Eye-testing, glasses, tajine & transport provided with help from the Aman Trust.