The morning I learned about the shooting in the Pittsburgh synagogue was also the final day of the shiva, the ritual seven-day period of mourning. It was a cold and…
Moorish Tides
American Journeys in Tangier & Beyond
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Naked and Afraid
I sat in the cafeteria, peeling back the buttery layers of my croissant and laughing with my friends about the previous night’s antics when Douaa, our campus coordinator and a…
Profiles
The Life and Times of Sam Cohen
Old, broken clocks covered the walls of the Jewish retirement home in Tangier, Morocco. The eight people that inhabited this building were some of the few Jewish people left in…
Sam Cohen: זיכרונו לברכה: May his Memory be a Blessing
The morning I learned about the shooting in the Pittsburgh synagogue was also the final day of the shiva, the ritual seven-day period of mourning. It was a cold and…
Naked and Afraid
I sat in the cafeteria, peeling back the buttery layers of my croissant and laughing with my friends about the previous night’s antics when Douaa, our campus coordinator and a…
The Stranger
The brisk, crisp morning air left me seeking warmth and comfort as we stepped off the train and into our new adventure. I didn’t know what the weekend would bring…
The Life and Times of Sam Cohen
Old, broken clocks covered the walls of the Jewish retirement home in Tangier, Morocco. The eight people that inhabited this building were some of the few Jewish people left in…
A Refugee in Tangier
The screeching of rubber tires and the rapid belting of a horn warning you to jump out of the way in a narrow, bustling street is unsettling. Then there’s the…
A Modern Day Ibn Battuta
There was a spark, like a bolt of lightning, starting with a flash in my ears that spread through my body to the tips of my toes. It began with…
