Great Expectations
So it remains to be solved–What am I, and what am I doing here?
As Wingman for My Moroccan Sister
The knowledge that there were other people on the other side of the planet who were identical to me was the reason I went to that other side of the planet in the first place. But it didn’t quite hit home until the night I went on a date.
The Golden Hour…and the Gilded Age
Watching the redistribution of nonexistent wealth did nothing for my idealism.
Moroccan (Un)standard Time
Morocco does not run on time. It runs on Insha’allah.