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04/01/2026
Djenné lies in West Africa, in the country of Mali, far from polished travel brochures and faster lives.
Its great mosque is built entirely of mud — and rebuilt every year by the people themselves. No engineers flying in. No sponsors. Just hands that remember what their parents taught them.

Cracks appear. Nobody panics.
Repair is part of belonging here.
Children pass bricks. Elders guide silently. The town does not fear decay — it expects it. What matters is not permanence, but participation.
Djenné reminds us that heritage is not what you protect behind ropes. It is what you return to, again and again, when it begins to fall apart.
In a world obsessed with things that look finished, this place survives by accepting that nothing ever truly is.
Rajat Chandra Sarmah
Guwahati, Assam, India
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