Carrying a Pause Home
It was one of those spring days, when nature blooms in full colors… where greens are lush, yellows are joyful, and whites are pure. The blue sky above made the whole scene so peaceful. We were walking around the Shoul…
Fatima Zahrae
Every Place Has a Feeling
Every year my friend who runs a travel agency (Houria Travel and events) plans a mystery trip. No one knows where we’re going or who else is coming until the journey has already started. This year took us through a…
This Is How We Started the Year
I have a thing for gift-giving. Every new event or celebration, I jump on the occasion to surprise people with a little token.. Something tangible, something people can hold and keep. Not a digital message, but a real letter. I have…
Marmalade
There was a time in my childhood when my mother made orange marmalade and the whole house smelled like citrus and sugar for days. We now buy sugar free jams sometimes, or avoid white sugar altogether.. so she doesn’t make…
The tajin
My mother made a special fish tajin sometimes, and somehow it always felt like an occasion.. even on an ordinary day. I’m not sure what made it feel that way. Maybe the smell filling the house. Maybe just knowing it…
Northern – Roadside figs up north
The best figs I’ve ever had came from a vendor by the side of the road heading north.. They display them in buckets.. It became a ritual.. Every summer, I have to had figs from the north, to this day……
Neighbors
Every time our neighbor’s avocado tree gave fruits, he’d show up at the door with some for us. I don’t think I fully understand how privileged we are in front of that kind of generosity. A tree that gives, and…
9pm news
Pomegranates season has a ritual on its own.. Around the dinner table and while watching the 9pm news, we’d be opening the fruits and making sure each one got a piece. Someone always made sure everyone got a sweet seed,…
Cure – A recipe of care
Places are also moments in time. Childhood kitchens. Family tables. Summers that smelled a certain way. Those are places too.. Just measured in memory rather than coordinates. Places We Carry Inside. Every winter, when one of us had a sore…
Fear, Watercolor and What the Trail Taught Me
Art and travel vlog of my hiking trip to Ait Bouguemaz at the end of this post. I recently hiked through Aït Bouguemez (known as the Happy Valley) nestled in the Moroccan High Atlas Mountains. It wasn’t my first visit;…
