Wednesday, 30 September 2015

Meet Sofia, Blogger and Designer From Fashion Bakchic

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I got the chance to interview one of the most inspiring people (at least for me). The first time I saw Sofia from Fashion Bakchic was on a TV show. After I spent time stalking her on Instagram and Facebook (don't act like you don't do it), travelling with her through her amazing photos and discovering a whole new facet of my country, I decided to ask her for an interview ... AND SHE ACCEPTED

Sofia is not only a stylish woman, she is also a pulse of creativity. She mixes so easily two diffirent cultures the oriental and occidental and add to it a special touch of the immortale moroccan berber colors and textures.

Let's discover WHO is Sofia ?

Saturday, 26 September 2015

Day 1 : Oudayas In The Capital Rabat

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I found a place almost like Chefchaoun ... The Oudayas of Rabat !

Let's discover it together !!

Thursday, 17 September 2015

Chronicles of a 18 Years Old Moroccan Girl #8

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Chapter 10 : I'm Afraid I'm Not Special !

I'm afraid I'm not special.

Are you ?

Have you ever had that feeling that you dream is common, your dream is not worthy ? Your dream shouldn't be a dream.

I have ...

Friday, 11 September 2015

Day 8 : Vatican or The Core of Catholicism

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In roma, we can find the smallest state in the world. The vatican, the core itself of Catholicism and it's also where the pope of all catholics lives.

Let's discover together this small state loved by all the catholics. 

Thursday, 10 September 2015

Chronicles of a 18 Years Old Moroccan Girl #7

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Chapter 7 : Is He a Different Moroccan ? Based on a true story

"Moroccan Muslims and Moroccan Jews were living in peace and harmony. After all, we are all moroccans."

I wanna share with you an experience that I lived.

It happened while I was on the plane on my way back to Morocco. I was awkwardly searching for my seat while being annoyed by the crowd behind me (Yeah, students don't get to travel in the first class)

I whispered something in moroccan arabic and an old man already sitting (lucky one!) looked at me with eyes wide open like a child that you surprised with his favorite candy.

He asked me in a weird moroccan arabic: "Are you moroccan ?"
I replied annoyed : "Yeah"
He didn't take the hint and carried on the conversation while I was trying to figure out where the hell should I put my luggage: " Have you ever visited Marrakech ? There is this small village there called..."
I answered quickly determined to stop this conversation right away : "Yeah"

I found my place a couple of seats away from the old weird man. I was sitting next to a father. His son was next to the old man. Long story short, I exchanged the seat with the son so that he can be next to his father during the flight.

Here I am sitting next to the old man and his wife. As I was trying to avoid any attempt to socialize like we would avoid the plague, I pluged my earphones in my device and let myself carried on by the music ignoring the old couple next to me. ( I realize that I'm a b*tch )

During dinner time, we all had our regular plate but the old couple. had a special one : a KOSHER one.

Monday, 7 September 2015

Day 7 : Living the Dolce Vita in Roma

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We are in Roma. Capital of Italy and city of history, fashion and beauty. Together let's discover the major monuments on the city ( Foutain Trevi, Colosseo, Pantheon .. ) the hype streets and experience the Dolce Vita.

Let's get started !

Saturday, 5 September 2015

A Stamp On His Passport

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All he wanted is a stamp in his passport
A permission given from above
Search for another place to call home
Because he left his behind
He came begging to the door
Knees on the dust
Face on the sand
Begging for a place to hide
For a place where he can feel safe
For a place where he can dream
For a place where he can live
Without worrying if tomorrow