
How a Gap Year in Morocco Shaped Me
By Negina Pirzad My fellow American roommate and I would wake up to an obnoxious phone alarm, b-line our way to the bathroom by cutting across the mosaic-tiled floor in our living room, and get ready for another day of school and adventures—without disturbing any of our other six host family members. We didn’t need to worry about bothering our host dad, though. He woke up every morning before sunrise and before the first call to prayer sounded. He would throw a waive our way