Under the cracked ceiling

Within two aging funduqs (ﻓﻨﺪق) in Salé, known as Hajji and Korchi, time does not repair what neglect has eroded. Ceilings crack open, walls absorb rain, and wind moves freely through spaces meant to shelter. When night falls, sleep becomes an act of trust: families lie beneath structures they are no longer sure will hold until morning. Water traces the same paths year after year, marking rooms with dampness, fear, and resignation. Promises of reconstruction have circulated for years, repeated and deferred, while life continues in a state of suspension. Children leave school, not by choice, but because instability reshapes what the future can contain. What was once meant to be temporary has hardened into permanence. These funduqs are not simply buildings in decay; they are places where dignity is postponed, and survival quietly takes its place.