As the only child of a modest family of musicians and public health enthusiasts, I once believed the biggest risk I’d ever take was studying abroad in Morocco. Tangier, with…
Letters
Starbucks Agdal!
Two of our UNE friends hailed a cab easily, while the rest of us spent ten minutes flagging down taxis. Finally, luck struck. I squeezed into the cab beside Chris,…
Race Across the Sahara
Stumbling out of the bus, I felt like I had never used my legs. We had been sitting for thirteen hours. Hot air hit my face, but at least it…
Strangers to Friends
Isn’t it funny how one decision can practically change your whole life? Before Morocco, I barely knew three people from our group. Now, after being thrown together in the world’s…
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…
