It was September and Europe was getting cold, so we found ourselves a quaint fishing village on Morocco’s Atlantic coast. With our hostel situated right…
oIt was 7am in the Sahara Desert, the sun was about to rise and I was going to miss it because I could no longer…
Claustrophobia clutched at my heart as my eyes darted to the exit. A hand grabbed my shoulder, making my skin prickle. Turning around, Hamza’s eyes…
