At the crossroads of comfort and adventure, where the boundaries of familiarity and the unknown converge, I found myself faced with a life-altering decision. I could fly across the world…
Letters
Call to Prayer
In Tangier, you can feel it in the air, in the way the birds chirp, the way people bustle about. The children laugh on Friday, their Holy Day, and there…
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…
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…
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…
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…
