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My Best Friend

 

Dar Khalifa is large, spread out, encircled by gardens and, beyond them, girdled by the shantytown. Very often, I scoop up a clutch of random people and drag them home to eat. Few things excite me more than seating half a dozen strangers around the dining table for good food and lively conversation. Rachana (who insists I have no spam filter on my friends) doesn’t quite understand my craving for people. I think it’s a family thing, ie from my family, something I must have acquired from my father. Just like him, I can’t help myself but collect people… the stranger the better.

     So, often, the house is full of voices, the sound of cutlery clattering on plates, and glasses clinking together. And, on those days and nights, I am content. But then, on mornings like today, when I am home alone, I feel something different, yet equally pleasing. It’s perhaps my greatest Moroccan friendship of all… the one I share with Dar Khalifa itself.

     This house is not quite like other houses. You see, it’s magical, the kind of place conjured from a child’s imagination. It’s made from stone, quarried nearby, and it feels alive… as if it knows I’m inside. Right now I am in the library, staring out at the riad, the courtyard garden, where tortoises amble slowly through the shade. And I am thankful, most of all to my great friend, Dar Khalifa, for touching our lives with magic… the kind only Morocco knows.

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June 11, 2010 Posted by tahir in Travel

Thesiger

Last week marked the 100th birth anniversary of Sir Wilfred Thesiger, who’s often called the last of the ‘Victorian’ Gentlemen explorers. In the last years of his life we became close friends, or rather he was a mentor, the man who advised me to shun a conventional life. His spirit goes on, and I miss him. I just had a piece published about our friendship.

You can find it here: http://www.thenational.ae/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=/20100605/TRAVEL/706049906/1087/LIFE

TS