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Thus Sang Abdelmoula

It was a long day, one which seemed like it would never end. I could feel the exhaustion creeping throughout my…

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The Ocean

He gazed at the blazing sun and moved his hand above his head to shield his head from the dizzying heat. Sweat…

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Between the Lines (BTL): Peace and the Writing Experience

Deadline: March 11, 2021 The U.S. Embassy Morocco is pleased to announce the University of Iowa International…

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Multiculturalism, a key component of Morocco as a cultural hub

Morocco represents an excellent example and great hope for humanity in terms of tolerance and multiculturalism.…

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Call for Contributions: Voices from Morocco

About the Call for Contributions This call is for an anthology in the very early stages of development that seeks…

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What I owe me.

I haven't written for a long time. Maybe because I'm scared of my own thoughts. Maybe because I'm scared of what…

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A reflection of a light

In a city of lights she wore a colorless dress reflecting their eyes a book was seized in her hands and the charm…

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Blended with Love

This is not a love poem It's a symphony Of these bodies And you, Plucking the strings Of that heart And it,…

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My Hijab. My decision. My choice.

If modesty, dignity, honor, and self-respect are the definitions of oppression in your dictionary than I am very…

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Kokoro

I have just finished this, I'm on a bus, so many faces, and I wonder, how lonely are the souls behind these tired,…

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Gin

He wants me to stroke his ego. Or at least that was what I told myself as I watched his back dissipate into the…

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A chattered piece of me

A Funeral Feast It was on a Sunday evening that I happened to be invited to my cousin’s engagement party. When I…

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Final hour

Today is the fourth of April, the year 2020. Today is the day I die, and the day I am born again. I hope it will…

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Dissing the core of selfhood: The dark side of selfhood

I remember the first time I was called by the void, the scenery was picturesque and suitable for letting go of…

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A chattered piece of me

A Funeral Feast It was on a Sunday evening that I happened to be invited to my cousin’s engagement party. When I arrived to the house at the appointed time, it was already swarming with family members and friends that I scarcely knew half of them. I made my way straight upstairs…

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