I wish someone told me not to get off the car when stopped by a cop as a sign of respect for them.
I wish someone told me not to pick up random kids in the park and kiss them on the cheeks like we do on Morocco without being considered psychos.
In this stunning work of historical fiction, Laila Lalami brings us the imagined memoirs of the first black explorer of Americaa Moroccan slave whose testimony was left out of the official record.
I was born in Casablanca Morocco on June 25, 1963. After I failed to received my high school degree in Casablanca and could not do much there I decided to move out of the country and not be
a burden on my family. So I immigrated to the United States after an unsuccessful attempt to settle in
Canada. I arrived to the US on August 9, 1988. My destination was Orlando but somehow It did not go well, so I changed my course to Denver after 3 days in Florida.