Walking out from the Ibn Battouta International Airport of Tangier, trying to drag two suitcases with a purse on my shoulder, I felt the warm breeze on my face and…
Moorish Tides
American Journeys in Tangier & Beyond
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Letters
Anxiety and Art
Doing this art project is going to kill me, I thought. Mourad, our campus manager, led three of us girls down the street like a mother duck leading her ducklings,…
Letters
The Magic Journey
When I woke up that morning, my throat was sore, and chills were running through every nerve of my body. As each hour passed, my symptoms got worse. Was it…
The Royal Equestrian Club
Kait, my fellow student, came into the cafeteria halfway through dinner and said, “Did you know there’s a horse farm across from the mall?” “Wait,” I said, “a horse farm?”…
A Cambodian in Tangier
Walking out from the Ibn Battouta International Airport of Tangier, trying to drag two suitcases with a purse on my shoulder, I felt the warm breeze on my face and…
The Fisher of Men
As I walked by the iconic church of Tangier and its tall bell tower shortly after I arrived from France, I was struck with how different it looked from the…
In the Company of Books
“What are those kids doing over there?” I ask as my friends and I walk through the Medina. Three young boys were standing together and kept bringing their hands with…
The Ringmaster
The chaos of a train station was nothing compared to the mayhem outside: just to the right of the station sits a small amusement park, which announces itself with flashing…
Travels with Charlie
“It’s stage 4 pancreatic cancer,” my mom says in a soft, quiet voice, tears streaming down her face. We had just received the call we all were dreading from the…
The Oscar-Worthy Smile
I could feel the exhaustion take over. Even though I was thrilled to be on the other side of the world, embarking on my adventure of studying abroad in Morocco,…
You. Are. Crazy!
“Are we almost there?” I whined to my friend, Mohammed. We’d had been walking the stony streets of Tangier for roughly 15 minutes. I struggled because of the hot weather…
A Spiritual Journey
When I decided to come to Morocco, some of my family members were worried. “You know it’s a Muslim country, right?” some said. “And Muslims don’t like Jews.” I thanked…
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…
