I like to travel, read, write, dance and pretend. At the moment I am suffering an insufferable phase of self-aggrandizement, premature maturity and lack of wit.
If you think you can help me out of this funk, write me at idaman.z@gmail.com
There is a soul out there in the land of dusk that reads me almost ritually. I would like to know what you are doing there - if you are in the maze of the medinas or in the coves of Casablanca, if you are a transient visitor or a permanent lover of that country of sunsets. I ask out of curiosity because I had once fallen hard for the charms of Maghreb.
Who are you, and why do you come here?
Once upon a time, when my heart was younger, I dreamt of packing up and beginning anew there. I still dream that dream, but the conviction of turning it into reality has begun to fade, as the dew of the dream evaporates with the coming of sunlight.
