A Sanctuary for Children

When I imagined the word “orphanage,” I pictured something very different than what now stood before me. I’m not sure where my image of an orphanage had come from, maybe…

Kickboxing in Tangier

A younger version of myself frequently underwent diverse training sessions with my father, ranging from basketball to football and even boxing. My father, committed to ensuring a healthy lifestyle for…

A Prayer for Morocco

I glanced down at my shirt. The only part that was not a dark, sweat-drenched green was the bottom hem. This two-toned t-shirt was the result of a Friday night…

Mackenzie Mahoney in Rabat

Leaving My Safe Haven

As I wake up, my eyes still groggy and tired from my lack of sleep, I feel no different than any other day. I tear myself from my bed, unwillingly,…

This Beautiful World of Ours

On Wednesday, my friends and I decided to hop in a cab and head to the McDonald’s by the beach. In the taxi, we passed a small amusement park, which…

Clinique Croissant Rouge

For the Sake of Humanity

Walking through the doors of Clinique Croissant Rouge, I didn’t even have to look at the people in the waiting room to know they were glaring at me. My attention…

Outside the gates of Hopital Kortobi

A Visit to the Orphanage

Sitting in the backseat of the teal petit taxi, I suddenly felt hesitant and uncertain about what I was getting myself into. I’d heard many things about orphanages—they’re dirty, the…

Façade of Flowers

Walking through the snaking cobblestone streets of the old Medina, I try not to stumble on the uneven surface. My eyes are no use to my feet. They are not…

Alibaba and the Magic Box

“Hey, you look like Alibaba,” the owner of the souvenir shop said, stroking an imaginary beard on his face to signal that he was talking to me as I walked…

Playground of Dar Tika

The Smile

I felt my forehead wrinkle up in worry. My interview was supposed to be in five minutes, and I was still on campus. Just as I was convinced that Mourad,…

 

Morocco, Interrupted

When University of New England students embarked, in January 2020, on the journey of their college life in Morocco, they had only a vague idea of what was awaiting them. They had heard about the life-changing experiences from their peers and through word-of-mouth on campus, but they could not have expected the true effect of the journey until they lived it in the concrete.

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Morocco Interrupted