My intention is to help all the animals to a better, peaceful world
A world, where humans meats animals with respect and regard and perceive what animal have to give
After the father of my son in 2000, my beloved husband in 2002 and my mother in 2003 died, I was broken, aimless and self-sabotaging me.
I moved from one place to another, nowhere I felt connected.
Mostly I was only 3 months, never more than 6 months. Mallorca was my last stop before I moved to Morocco of 2005. With my two soul horses NACONA and Shantira and 10 dogs.
Within 3 days of my arrival, 3 neglected mares and their foals came to live with my both horse Nacoana and Shantira- and me.
How this came to be, well… my two horses Shantira and Nacona were grazing on open land and much to my surprise they returned home that evening with the mares and foals in tow. Anees with Mamid, Lani with Lailani and Indu with Bhanu.
They were hungry, thirsty and completely exhausted. On my place they found water, hay and the love and caring that they desperately needed.
Of course they stayed. It took a long time until they got confidence.
Later, I came to know that these horses had been abandoned and for many years were suffering from malnourishment and neglect.
Gradually more and more abandoned and abused horses found their way to my place. After taking them under my wing, feeding them and nursing them back to health, these neglected horses slowly began to trust me.
Sure enough, once they were in good health, the ‘owners’ of the horses would appear and demand money for them.
Of course, paying for the horses was never a straightforward process and would often involve months and sometimes years of fraught negotiation.
With Anjuli and Nikhil it took 2 years. I never forget the reaction of Anjuli and Nikhil, when I came back to sign the contract and paying the money for them. I told them that they are saved. Anjuli was looking for a while in my eyes and took a deep breath
It was my mission to protect these horses and other animals to prevent them from returning to a life of abuse, abandonment or neglect.
Over the next 10 years, I freed more than 20 horses from an uncertain future. All this I did with passion, relentless hard work, my huge caring heart and, of course my life’s savings.
At one point there were 38 horses under my care, including some foals that were born into the herd. Castration was not possible, unfortunately, until 2015. The castration itself is frowned upon in Islam and there was no veterinary with the knowledge.
In due course, all of the stallions were castrated last year and no more foals are expected.
Over few years, I found caring, private, homes for 19 of the horses in Switzerland and France.
Today, there are still “only” 20 horses that remain in the herd and need to be fed and cared for. 8 of the horses have already arrived in Europe and have settled into their new home. The long-term plan is to bring the remaining 14 horses from Morocco, over to Europe. Out of Morocco! Of course, they are fed there, and supplies. But that's enough? When foals were born, I have socialized them, with love and my experience they became trustful horses.
I miss this horse so much. While browsing the photos I had to cry. Five foals I have not even met, and obviously it is not easy to get photos
But even I love them all I would be happy to find suitable, loving families to live with and be taken care o for some of the horses that are still in Morocco. Few horses are shy- almost wild. Knowledge, patience and love are asked. Bur when they got confidence, they follow everywhere.
In the meantime, I am in urgent need of sponsorship to support the ongoing care of these precious horses.
In order to ensure at least the food and 4 times a year give them wormpasts for 14 horses, I am in urgent need of sponsorships and donations.
Every month, if I can!!!, I send money for the food and also the salary for their caregivers Brahim, which takes care since 6 years of my horses. His salary is 250 euros, of which Brahim fed his family. For this he is feeding morning and evening, keeps the place clean, rasping the hooves, cuts it out, travels once a week by bus to 25 km away market to buy the food. Stacks the straw, what is delivered, fills up the drinking trough and calls the vet if it is necessary.
Without him, his loyalty all would be impossible. In my experience, he is an exception.
While I write my heart hurts and I wish I would find a solution so soon as possible
My experiences in Morocco have almost destroyed me.
At the same time this struggle is my motor to create the project