Nomadic Wanderlust

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Somewhere between the desert winds and a cup of mint tea, these notes began to whisper themselves.

This Diwan is my journal, my open letter to the wild and wondering parts of myself.

Born from barefoot moments in Morocco,

from hair kissed by argan oil, skin warmed by the sun, and dreams that smell like orange blossom...

These are my "Nomadic Notes"

My reflections as a woman in motion—sometimes lost, always seeking, and finally, blooming.

And much like a modern Freya Stark or Mary Kingsley, I am here to share thoughts while embracing my cushions, ready for deep conversations worthy of a Diwan in the middle of the desert.

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  A SOFT CALL FROM THE MAGHREB

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