Letters

Doing this art project is going to kill me, I thought. Mourad, our campus manager, led three of us girls down the street like a mother duck leading her ducklings,…

“You know that’s a Muslim country, right?” This was my mother’s reaction the first time I told her of my plans to spend a semester in Tangier, Morocco. After weeks…

When I woke up that morning, my throat was sore, and chills were running through every nerve of my body. As each hour passed, my symptoms got worse. Was it…

Being woken up Friday morning by a knock on the door, it took me a second to realize where I was. I rubbed my eyes and looked out the window…

“How could anyone let this happen to you?” I thought. So far Moroccans have always been friendly to me. They’ll invite us strangers into the comfort of their home, sit…

We stood outside one of the Kasbah gates as a bright and washed-out Tangier spread out before us. We had just finished up tea and juice after having been, once…

It’s early in the morning just north of Rabat, and a little boy is standing on a pile of dirt, watching the high-speed train gun through the outskirts of his…

Do you believe in destiny? I don’t. Or, at least, I didn’t think I did when I was staring down at the green water below me and pondering the legend…

My nightmare of being stuck in a prison cell faded as I slowly woke up, revealing my cold, uncovered leg dangling off the side of my top bunk bed. Just…

Traveling around the world is one of my passions, but traveling through time is one of my dreams. I’ve dreamed of walking around Versailles at the time of Louis the…