All I could hear was a mix of footsteps and rapid car sounds. Busy people, busy streets, that’s when I knew I was in New York City.
I still perfectly recall my first trip to the United States. As cliché as it sounds, I was convinced that America was the right place for me to be, and where I wanted to pursue my studies. Furthermore, I was determined and strong-willed to live the American Dream. Born and raised in Morocco, I’ve always been used to placid and calm spots. Birds singing and Adhans (call to prayer) are the only sounds heard. Not to mention the delicious smell of moroccan spices floating in the air, it’s a pure heaven. Yet, I know for a fact that i don’t fit in that kind of environment.
There I was, standing in the middle of Union
I still perfectly recall my first trip to the United States. As cliché as it sounds, I was convinced that America was the right place for me to be, and where I wanted to pursue my studies. Furthermore, I was determined and strong-willed to live the American Dream. Born and raised in Morocco, I’ve always been used to placid and calm spots. Birds singing and Adhans (call to prayer) are the only sounds heard. Not to mention the delicious smell of moroccan spices floating in the air, it’s a pure heaven. Yet, I know for a fact that i don’t fit in that kind of environment.
There I was, standing in the middle of Union