Candles danced around, magically perched on the man’s head. With a grin, the man danced, twirling and dazzling us with his flawless fire performance. Donning a bright red tunic covered…
Moorish Tides
American Journeys in Tangier & Beyond
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Letters
Let Me Spread My Wings
“You and Ohana Will Always Be In My Heart” say the two bracelets you gave me before I caught my plane for Morocco. I remember the tears pouring down your…
Profiles
Hypnotized in Tangier
When I was 10 years old I lost the person I looked up to most in life, my grandfather. He was the rock of our family, an avid outdoorsman and…
Café Central
Sitting at Café Central in the Petit Socco, the main square in the old medina of Tangier, I take in my surroundings. I hear the familiar sounds, with Arabic, Spanish,…
Crossing to Spain
I stuffed my bright orange two-hundred-fifty dollar Osprey backpack with clothes. In my one-hundred dollar Patagonia backpack, I stored my two-thousand dollar camera. My bags were heavy and the air…
Wooden Spoons
As we walked down the streets of the Medina leading to the antique shop, I reminisced about the sweet days of my childhood. I followed a group of fellow students…
Talking to a Zellij Craftsman
I often find that when I wander on my own, I can submerge myself into the culture of Morocco and can fully appreciate the beauty and people around me. Some…
The Village
Gray clouds filled the sky and a light mist turned to a drizzle. A group of us—Sarah, Emmy, Elissa, Jennifer, and I—climbed into the tan taxi our campus manager, Mourad,…
Let Me Spread My Wings
“You and Ohana Will Always Be In My Heart” say the two bracelets you gave me before I caught my plane for Morocco. I remember the tears pouring down your…
Reflections of a Petri Dish Child
When I first looked into the eyes of Imane, I saw a woman who is on fire. Her fierce advocacy of the natural birthing process and breastfeeding got me reflecting…
Abdul’s American Love Story
Stories being the best teacher, within a few days of arriving in Tangier, I set out on a quest to uncover the everyday struggles and joys of a single Tanjawi,…
The Man Beneath the Flames
Candles danced around, magically perched on the man’s head. With a grin, the man danced, twirling and dazzling us with his flawless fire performance. Donning a bright red tunic covered…
