Casual Moroccan Love

Running late. I have been invited to my new friend’s house for the home cooked rice after a prayer. I can still make it if I can remember which way to go. Streets look less busy. Everyone is coming back from Friday prayer here in Fez. I cannot remember which way to go. Some of…

Slowing Down and Inhaling the Blues. In Morocco

9 am. The driver is here. They gave me a seat at the front. I am the only one travelling without a friend. So happy. Will be able to take pictures through the window. It’s so hot. Why isn’t he putting an air conditioner on? I am sweating. The driver says another 3 hours to…

Moroccan Rug of Dreams

‘Stop taking pictures. Are you from China? Do you want to steal my designs? Why are you taking so many pictures? Click! Click! Stop now! One is enough. Stop it.’ I smile. I need more time and someone in a bold outfit for the shot I have in mind. The one that makes your heritage pop out….

Black and White Smokers at the Airport

My plane got delayed. I snuggled on a reasonably soft armchair with a cup of coffee pretending to read a book. I watched strangers indulge into the joy of smoking. There has always been something mysterious about this territory. A place I have an envy for. This eerie way of relaxing. Imagine this, dear smoker, I…

Girls that Rock Not Just On Paper

“Beauty is an enormous, unmerited gift given randomly, stupidly.” -Khaled Hosseini, And the Mountains Echoed —- A L I C E —- Alice calls herself a feminist. She questions quantum physics and woman’s role in society, hoping that one day gender will be ancient just like those video tapes you have the most memorable moments…