We aren’t encouraged to think for ourselves and ask questions. We are expected to accept what they teach us as infallible truths.

I remember feeling that pieces of me were scattered around the world; I belonged to her, Mother Earth.

The hospital room was as cold as dead skin, the hallway crowded with lost souls and reeking of illness.

If Aphrodite chills at home in Cyprus for most of the year, then Fez must be the goddess’s playground

The past is buried deep within the ground in Rabat, although the ancient walls in the old city are still standing, painted in electrifying variations of royal blue that make the winding roads look like streamlets or shallow ocean water

Lately, Mami’s eyes have been so dark, I don’t like looking into them because I’m afraid I’ll fall in.

Come to think of it, maybe God is a He after all, because only a cruel force would create something this beautiful and make it inaccessible to most people