Come to think of it, maybe God is a He after all, because only a cruel force would create something this beautiful and make it inaccessible to most people.

Individually, every grain of sand brushing against my hands represents a story, an experience, and a block for me to build upon for the next generation.

If Aphrodite chills at home in Cyprus for most of the year, then Fez must be the goddess’s playground.

I wish she’d said something different, but patriarchy is as prevalent around the world as racism and xenophobia are. We can’t hide from it, not even here.

The past is buried deep within the ground in Rabat, although the ancient walls in the old city are still standing, painted in electrifying variations of royal blue that make the winding roads look like...

Food stall owners reach out with menus, calling out their dinner selections like midway prizes

We look up to see if it is day or night. If stars burn cool and moon does shine, We take to smoke divine and wine.If breath of sun does belch its heat,we boil coffee...

A little imagination goes a long way in Fes.

Travelling, one accepts everything; indignation stays at home. One looks, one listens, one is roused to enthusiasm by the most dreadful things because they are new. Good travellers are heartless.