Don't You Know We're Riding On the Marrakesh Express

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THE CALIPH'S HOUSE

by Tahir Shah

Many have written about their experiences after moving to a foreign country, recounted adventures in remodeling, and meeting the new neighbors.


Having Jinns inhabit your home, however, puts a whole new wrinkle on it.



There wasn't anything I enjoyed more after a grey and rainy day in CinCity where my adventure for the day was running up to the local grocery store for the foods I needed for dinner than reading about the latest obstacle in making Mr. Shah's house liveable. The cars, the customs office, the search for building supplies and the descriptions of all the nooks and crannies of Morocco took my mind off the last claws of winter stuck in our local landscape.

Quintessential Sentence: "We could sell this house and do it all again," she said.

Favorite Word(s): "Bidonville"--love the sound of it & "Bismillah"--love the concept of it

Comments

  1. robertMarch 20, 2009 at 5:04 AM

    Having moved from the norther tip of Europe to the southern end four years ago, placed me infront of many changes.
    Gladly I will take a closer look at those books.

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  2. aimsMarch 20, 2009 at 12:32 PM

    We are tossing around the idea - and the huge wish - of moving to New Orleans. Sounds crazy and the obstacles are huge - but we long for it every single day.

    Everyone needs an adventure in their life. Those who chose to accept that adventure and go ahead - those are the brave ones. I hope to join their forces one of these days.

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  3. UnknownMarch 20, 2009 at 7:13 PM

    Hats off to the adventurers! I had hoped to join their ranks one day, still hoping.

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  4. NabeelApril 4, 2009 at 2:47 PM

    this is a very good read. I loved the cover design at first ... beautiful

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