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From my rooftop, the city feels different. Quieter, even though it isn’t. I can still hear the hum of cars, the call to prayer, the clinking of dishes from the restaurants below — but it all blurs together into background noise. Down on the street, there’s always something happening. Two restaurants side by side stay busy late into the night. Across the street, there’s a hanut , one of those small corner shops that sells everything you need — water, eggs, chips, tissues, SIM

Rabat is stunning. Wide palm-lined boulevards, white stone buildings, the ocean just at the edge of the city—it’s a capital that carries...

Two years ago, I almost walked away from teaching. Not because I didn’t love my students, but because I felt like there was nothing left...