Every corner of Casablanca holds a memory.
EP.8 — غابت شميسة
The Disappearance of sun
غابت من عيوني،
وفي قلبي خلات جمرة…
وعلى كل جمرة، جمرة كتزيد شعلة.
آه منها، غابت ومشات،
هربات بعيونها الخمرية،
وخلات فيا حفرة…
كلما نشوفها، كتزيد تشعل شعلة.
She gone from my eyes,
yet left an ember in my heart…
and upon every ember, another flame rises.
Ah, she left and disappeared,
escaping with her wine-colored eyes,
leaving a hollow within me…
and every time I see her, another flame begins to burn.
Every corner of Casablanca holds a memory.
EP.7 — The Coffee People | مالين الگّانة ☕
A cup of coffee, or Ness-ness…
normal or Italian, with a hint of sugar , atay sec.
a quiet escape from the chaos of everyday life.
Every corner of Casablanca holds a memory.
EP.6 — The Night People صحاب الليل
الليل بدون القمر…
في ظلماته يخفي ما لا يعلمه أصحاب الشمس،
وسرّه يبقى في طيّات الظلام… لأصحابه.
A moonless night…
In its darkness, it hides what the people of the sun will never know.
Its secrets remain folded within the shadows… for those who belong to it.
Casa dayz, In this city, everything changes. Time passes, people and buildings go and disappear.
But their soul
still broken
Still healing.
Casablanca, 2025
Every corner of Casablanca holds a memory.
EP.4 Heart of Casablanca. قلب المدينة
Every corner of the city is a story… and every Casablancan holds memories within it beautiful, yet painful at times.
كل بلاصة فهاذ المدينة عندها حكاية… وكل كازاوي هاز شلا ذكريات، حتى إلا كانت زوينة، راه خايبة فشي وقات.
In a world full of matcha cafés, these old-school cafés in Casablanca are the antidote. No Instagrammable interiors, just places deeply rooted in everyday culture. Slowly disappearing, yet they remain the original third space, a place to breathe. Luckily, more and more people are starting to appreciate them again.
