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,…

A horse at the Royal Equestrian Club

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?”…

Khelin Virak with Gourd

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…

African Migrants

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…