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The Arab Spring: Three Years Later | Writing the Maghreb

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The Arab Spring: Three Years Later. In Thoughts and Opinions. Asymp; 1 Comment. Tunisians protesters (Associated Press). Three years ago, a young and desperate Tunisian set himself to fire in protest against police tyranny. It was the spark of a civil strife that would spread fast to neighboring countries. The political vibrancy of the protests which took place in many North African and Middle Eastern. And the burgeoning forces that will shape its future. For the present time, the answer to these questio...

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Gaza under Fire | Writing the Maghreb

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Asymp; 1 Comment. Tens of thousands of Moroccans took to the streets in Rabat on Sunday 20 July in protest against the massacres of civilians in Gaza by a ruthless Israeli military. The scenes broadcast through TV channels showed Israeli missiles targeting homes of civilians without prior notice wreaking death and destruction on a population already suffering from a prolonged and unjust siege, and lacking the basic conditions of life. What we are witnessing today is a real human tragedy that speaks to ou...

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Richard Caton Woodville Jr. in Morocco | Writing the Maghreb

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Richard Caton Woodville Jr. in Morocco. In Books and Authors. Asymp; Leave a comment. Richard Caton Woodville Jr. Sultan Mawlay Hassan I. Richard Caton Woodville Jr. (1856-1927), was a British artist and writer who inherited from his American father both the name and the gift of painting. Following in the footsteps of his father, Woodville Jr. graduated from the Royal Academy of Arts in Düsseldorf, Germany, in 1877. During the same year, he had his first painting published in the. 1914) he recalls some o...

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Cape Spartel Lighthouse: 150 Years of Service | Writing the Maghreb

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Cape Spartel Lighthouse: 150 Years of Service. Asymp; Leave a comment. Cape Spartel Lighthouse stands at the lower part of a high cliff some eight miles away from Tangier city center. Cape Spartel is an attractive spot also because of its lighthouse– a landmark of highly interesting historical nature. 150 years ago, precisely on 15 October 1864, the Lighthouse, a brand new building, was illuminated for the first time. Experience having shown that the lack of a light on the Northern coasts of Africa expos...

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A Year In Tabuk: Arrival | Writing the Maghreb

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A Year In Tabuk: Arrival. Asymp; 3 Comments. 8220;I use Grammarly to. Because without it, words would appear like a horde of hooligans let loose in Hyde Park on a Sunday morning”. And used it mostly for carrying merchandise or sheep during the Eid Adha. Here in Tabuk Dabbab was a la mode. The explanation I get for lack of organized public transportation is that there is not much of a real need for it. Cars are cheap and gas is almost free of charge (less than 20 US cents per liter). It was mandat...As an...

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Traveling South: Agadir | Writing the Maghreb

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Asymp; 2 Comments. Agadir from North west. Agadir, the jewel of the Sus-Masa region, lies at the bottom of a chain of green cliffs bordered from the west by sea. In the early 16. Century, the Portuguese who had established a number of posts along the Atlantic coast of Morocco built a new citadel by the name of. Santa Cruz de Aguer. And erected a fort for its protection on the site of what is now the Agadir marina. A View from the Hotel. Les sources inédites de l’histoire du Maroc. In subsequent years the...

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Travelling South: Tiznit and Sidi Ifni | Writing the Maghreb

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Travelling South: Tiznit and Sidi Ifni. Asymp; Leave a comment. The road to Tiznit from Agadir passes through the town of Inzegane– a vast urban center to the south. Buildings of all shapes and sizes block the horizon; the streets are small and packed with cars. More cars are parked in a ramshackle way on the narrow pavements. The traffic is slow and chaotic. Roundabouts become an arena of combat. Who has priority of passage? Drive on you moron! But as Inzegane fades away behind, the road ahead slowly st...

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kbejjit | Writing the Maghreb

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Impactful inventions: Printing press and digital revolution. May 12, 2016. There is no doubt we are at the dawn of a new age whose fast unfolding prospects are both dazzling …. Continue reading →. Richard Caton Woodville Jr. in Morocco. July 15, 2015. Richard Caton Woodville Jr. (1856-1927), was a British artist and writer who inherited from his American father both the name …. Continue reading →. Travelling South: Tiznit and Sidi Ifni. February 27, 2015. Continue reading →. February 2, 2015. Tens of tho...

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A Year In Tabuk: Fresh Reminiscences | Writing the Maghreb

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A Year In Tabuk: Fresh Reminiscences. Asymp; 7 Comments. Tabuk from the Air. In fact, since I wrote my last post, I have received a few emails from individuals who were considering offers of jobs in Saudi Arabia and were not sufficiently informed about the conditions of life and work they expect to find there. I was asked to write more extensively about my experiences. While I sympathized with those appeals, I did not feel I could resist my own subjective (or shall I say prejudiced? 8220;Blame it on our ...