My name is Ibrahim. I’m 33 years old, born in a small village tucked deep within Morocco’s Atlas Mountains. I lost my parents when I was very young—too young to remember their voices.

 I’m a traveler. A dreamer. A Moroccan who has walked, ridden, and wandered across every corner of this breathtaking country. From the endless dunes of Merzouga to the windswept beaches of Essaouira, from the cedar forests of Ifrane to the buzzing alleys of Marrakesh where I now live, I’ve made it my mission to truly *know* Morocco—not just the places on postcards, but the hidden valleys, the dusty roads, the quiet conversations with strangers over mint tea.

For years, I traveled to learn—not from books or maps, but from people. Every town has a story, every village a tradition, every mountain pass a legend. And over time, I began to realize something: so many people abroad dream of Morocco, but don’t know where to start. They want to see the blue alleys of Chefchaouen, taste real couscous in a Berber home, watch the sunrise over the Sahara, but they feel overwhelmed by all the noise and confusion online.

So I created this blog—*not* as an expert or guide, but as a friend. Someone who’s lived these experiences and wants to help others feel the magic of Morocco, not just as tourists, but as welcomed guests. I want to show you what it feels like to get lost in a souk and not care, to hike through valleys where your phone doesn’t work, to sit on a rooftop at sunset in Fes and suddenly feel like time has slowed down.

This blog is my way of giving back. If you’ve ever dreamed of visiting Morocco—of feeling the warm wind on your face in the desert, or hearing the call to prayer echo over ancient medinas—I hope my stories will help guide you. Not with big promises or perfect itineraries, but with honest tips, local insight, and a heart full of love for this land I call home.

Morocco isn’t just a destination. It’s a feeling. And I’d be honored to help you discover it.