I woke up early. If I had known all that the day held, I may have tried harder to fall back asleep. Continue reading How do I love her?: North Africa part 2
We were supposed to be going djellaba shopping. Aisha had volunteered to help me when she found out I wanted to buy a traditional dress. I had agreed to meet her at her house, knowing well what would happen. Continue reading Djellaba shopping
She lost her job. Just when things had been going well. Just when little by little she had been saving up to furnish the tiny salon. She had talked of buying an oven. She had talked of the circumcision party she wanted to hold for her son in April. Now that was gone. There were no more dreams because there was no more money. Continue reading Aisha- part 4
Have you ever stepped into someone else’s shoes and tried walking around in them? Continue reading What if you were Soukaina?
Sitting in the shade of a damp sheet strung across two clotheslines hadn’t been too bad. But now out on the street, I had to stop pretending it wasn’t hot. Continue reading The belt slinger
Isolated. That was the flavor of the air as we walked down streets that were merely variations of the same. I was the only foreigner in the neighborhood, strange considering that just over the hill, tourists were thick within the shadowy walls of the old city. Continue reading Aisha- part 3
Aisha was waiting for me on my way to school the next day. And the next. And every morning that I had the early hour of class. Continue reading Aisha- part 2
We had seen each other before. Most mornings I passed her by on my way to school. She and a friend would sit on a concrete bench under a tree. Noting the consistency of our timing and location, I greeted them regularly. But I never slowed enough to make conversation. Continue reading Aisha- part 1