To shape my life and my character, I decided one day to take a trip alone and visit the most soul-catching place I could think of.
Before the decision, a series of thoughts crossed my mind after long and hard struggle with myself to get up and relish my life. I experienced terrible feelings of anxiety; vexed about everything that should have to happen and didn’t happen and anxious about what the future would hold for me in the upcoming days.
Gradually, the anxiety gave way to contemplation, and I started listening to my soul. I was not doing anything, and yet I was also doing the most important thing a young woman could do: I was listening to what I needed to hear from my soul, which was told to “change my life rhythm and set free my concerns and worries”.
That was the first and most essential step, to undo the ramifications of my soul and body and find a new beginning. The next day, I booked a room and flew out to DAKHLA which is magic city situated in Western Sahara of Morocco. It is the capital of the Moroccan administrative region Dakhla-Oued Ed-Dahab. It has a population of 106,277 and is built on a narrow peninsula of the Atlantic Coast (es: Península de Río de Oro) about 550 km south of Laayoune Morocco.
Once I arrived, I was paralyzed in my place while my eyes were fixed on the magical world where nature was simply following its course; enjoying with tears in my eyes the warm and silky wind tendering my skin. In the days that followed, I left my footprints on desert sands that no one had ever reached it before. I found myself filled with a profound sense of respect for a friend who is, at the moment reminding me of every important lesson; that each of us has our own personal legend to fulfill, and that is all.
My curiosity got the better of me; I discovered some new places in Sahara and enjoyed the delightful and rich climate. DAKHLA is a place of scents, extraordinary colors, extreme gentleness, and at the same time, expresses an excessive and great sensuality. I remember the pleasure I felt floating in the exotic water for hours. I remember DAKHLA with its vast gold shining sands and its expansive horizon. It was a great mosaic, rich lively and tolerant. I have always been grateful for the tolerance of Saharien people, the concept of respect for guest, vacationers, and holidaymakers. I was attracted by local traditional music with all its connotations of rebellion against my surrounding.
When I arrived home, I brought all these feelings with me, but they became buried and confused in my subconscious. I am filled with nostalgia and intense emotion. We must struggle for our dreams, but we must also know that, when certain paths prove impossible, it would be best to save our energies in order to discover new roads. And that how was my new road to happiness.