The View

He had his genitals in his hands and a side smile on his face when he looked into my eyes. I couldn’t believe for a second that this was actually happening. Tamara, Evan and I were looking out over Tangier from the Kasbah. A second after we walked into the viewing area a man came… Continue reading The View


He laughed with his mother one more time before leaving to meet with friends not knowing that it was the last time he will laugh with her. The next time he saw her she was laying down, her eyes closed, surrounded by loved ones crying over her dead body. Where were you when your mother… Continue reading Strangers

To Dreams

We were sitting in a traditional moroccan living room in Beni koulla village. The couches were orange and the tables were round. There was about 15 American students and 10 of Beni koulla’s residents. We were having an open discussion with the village women and a few little boys, when a girl in my group… Continue reading To Dreams