In a narrow alley deep in Fez’s ancient medina, where the scent of rosewood-infused air mingles with the clang of copper hammers, sat Abdullah, a traditional potter, staring at his aged phone. In his hands, he held a photo of the “Artisan’s Card” he’d dreamed of for years—the card that would grant him the same rights as any Moroccan employee:
In Fez’s Artisans’ Alley: Craftsmen Chase the Ghost of Vanished Millions
المقال السابق
