Who Wants to Burn the Homeland? A Response to Mounir El Ghiwani’s Question
There is no doubt that the Arab Spring has blossomed, its fragrance spread, and its horizons widened. There is also no doubt that the demands and slogans raised are nothing…
Presidents’ Day and the Arab Experience
Every year on February 12, the American people celebrate a special holiday known as Presidents’ Day. On this day, government offices close and schools suspend classes. It is a moment…
Chaos and Disorder – Assiba
It is impossible to speak about the Beni Znassen tribes in the late 19th century without mentioning Oulad El Bachir. They were the true holders of power throughout the Oujda…
A Virtual Interview with Nicolas Sarkozy
Q. Mr. Sarkozy, the first thing that draws attention is that you look short next to your new girlfriend. Doesn’t that embarrass you?A. What I lack in height, I make…
The French Teachers
During the two decades following Morocco’s independence, the presence of French cooperants among us was marked by calm, coexistence, and a generally positive contribution to education. Their time at Ahfir…
Old Popular Music
When we were children, our only means of entertainment were the radio and the phonograph. We listened to whatever news, programs, and songs were broadcast at the time. Television had…
Small Rivers Flow into the Sea
While waiting for the repairs of their own stadium to be completed, Mouloudia Oujda continues to ruin the good grass of Ahfir’s stadium — and continues to win on it.…
The Curse of Writing
To write means to become cursed.To write means to expose yourself to trouble.To write means to make many people tremble. That writing is a curse — I already knew.That writing…
May God protect you from contagion… there are many kinds
I received an email from a dear friend back home. He wrote: “Peace be upon you my brother Mounir. How are you doing abroad? And how are things with the…
Amar Meryato
No one in Ahfir is unfamiliar with Amar Meryato, a man whose name is widely known.He is someone who, through his own unique way of being, has left a mark…