Earlier this week, I arrived in Fes after a six-hour train ride from Tangier along with eight other students. I stepped off the train and through a glass-covered pointed arch that took up most of the building’s facade. It was evocative of those medina entrances visible all over Marrakech. The group stepped into the station, […]
Tangiers
At around 8:30 in the evening, I called Mourad from the Marrakchi train station. We were quick; I was about to board the train, and he had a late arrival coming. He said our good-byes, and I thanked him again for the month. We talked a little, and then I had to board. That was […]
The Storytellers
All of dog-kind was angry. Humans treated them like they were nothing, at best like servants, and at worst like rats. The dogs said, “We are dogs, we have a noble lineage, why do the humans treat us like this.” Finally, one thought of a way to show humans that they deserved to be treated […]
Ali Baba Correction
On a previous post, I wrote an erroneous post about the origin of the term “Ali Baba,” and why Moroccans call me Ali Baba whenever they see me. It has nothing to do with 1992’s Aladdin, and instead comes from the story “Ali Baba and the Forty Thieves.” From what I can tell based of […]
The Crackpots and These Women
Our first Sunday in Marrakech, the day hike in the Atlas mountains, was also the day of the NFC and AFC championships. Pauls, a die-hard Seahawks fan, was planning to stream the games live at the CLC, and Ryan and I decided that we would join him after getting some dinner. As we left from […]