Moorish Tides

American Journeys in Tangier & Beyond
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Bashir holding a tray of candles. Photograph by Will Rijnbout.
Profiles

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…

Grace Scanlon in the Sahara
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 Tingis to the left and Café Central to the right.

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,…

The ferry terminal to cross the Strait of Gibraltar to Tarifa, Spain.

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.

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…

Driss making zellij tile.

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,…

Grace Scanlon in the Sahara

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…

Medina in Tangier where Abdul's store is located.

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,…

Bashir holding a tray of candles. Photograph by Will Rijnbout.

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…