#found them on the street in rabat

[seastoried]

some more heart shaped kitties

These cats were cuddling in the shape of a heart

[tessa-liam]

Turning the Page

Only You Can Love Me This Way 

Chapter 13 

Choices, The Royal Romance, The Royal Heir AU 

Series Premise: As Riley Brooks journeys through life as a single parent in New York City, an epiphany strikes as she contemplates the future for herself and her two-year-old son. 

Turning the Page Series Masterlist

My Complete Masterlist 

Main pairing: Liam Rys x F!OC Riley Brooks 

All characters belong to Pixelberry Studios, except William Brooks (Rys) and Matteo Magro, who both belong to this series. 

Category: On-going series, contains angst/fluff/depression. Cross-over fic with Choices, Perfect Match. 

Rating: M ���� - Warnings – Series will have crude language, weapons, NSFW material – not Beta’d - please excuse all errors. 

Words: 3624 

Only You Can Love Me This Way

Chapter Summary: Olivia continues to mentor Riley on how to adapt to Cordonian nobility. Maxwell, Bertrand and Savannah babysit William and Bartie, taking them on a Lythikan adventure. Liam and Riley re-connect and discover that their love story is stronger and better than ever. 

Music & Title Inspiration: Only You Can Love Me This Way, Keith Urban 

A/N1: In this alternate universe, after King Constantine orchestrates two individual scandals to humiliate and entrap Riley Brooks and Olivia Nevrakis in shame, Madeleine Amaranth secures her position as the Queen of Cordonia. Riley, as the King’s mistress and Olivia, in self-imposed exile. Tariq is never found.  

A/N2: Damien Nazario has been assigned as William’s personal bodyguard. (Series cross-over with ‘Perfect Match’) 

A/N3: My submission for choicesjunechallenge, prompts: spatial-hotel / temporal-beginning/   dialogue- ��Up for a little trip?” 

El Alami residence, Rabat, Morocco 

With her ankles crossed delicately underneath her, Madeleine El Alami pulled out her cellular to check the status of the Uber driver. It was still incredibly early in the morning in Morocco, and time was of the essence. Her flight was scheduled to leave in ninety minutes from Rabat – Sale International airport and nothing and/or no one was going to halt her journey. Not even her husband.  

Peeking out from between the fence columns outside her home, she could see the city coming alive as the sun's first rays illuminated the horizon. The people who had been hushed moments before, now filled the streets, greeting each other and heading off to start their day. It was a side of life Madeleine had never experienced before, a stark contrast to the opulence and splendor of her former life at the Cordonian palace. It was a reminder of the sacrifices she had made to follow her heart to be with her lover, Eduardo.  

Now five months pregnant, the former queen, now the wife to the Moroccan diplomat, was leaving this world behind. While her husband slept, Madeleine, along with two hand servants were waiting for the Uber vehicle to roll to a stop at the estate’s front entrance. Her suitcases were hefted on board, as she sat down in the rear seat and buckled herself in. The driver shut the door and the car slowly rolled away, the servants went back inro the estate. 

Her parents' disappointment and dismay had only grown when she told them about her unborn baby on their last visit. Her father coaxed her to pack up and return to his duchy in Karlington, England and start over. Her mother wanted her to move back home to Krona, Cordonia. As usual her parents were worlds apart when it came to their only daughter and her well-being, but they were united against Eduardo. 

However, she was done with being controlled by Eduardo.  Done with her father's demands and her mother's nagging. This time, she was going to do what she wanted to do. And what she wanted to do was to spend the rest of her pregnancy alone. 

As she Uber drove to the airport, Madeleine left her husband, forever closing that chapter, watching the world go by; but not seeing anything. Her mind turned to the letter she had left for her husband. She had no regrets for her actions but hoped her words would provide solace for him. 

She felt nothing. No sadness. No loss.  

She had already mourned her former life and the loss of her title as queen. In its place was a new sense of freedom. And with that new sense of freedom came the hope for a new life, with the baby growing inside her. 

Nevrakis Lodge, Lythikos, Cordonia 

"Are you excited to see Uncle Maxwell and Aunt Savannah today, William?" Liam spoke as he was getting his little prince ready for the day. William giggled. "Yeah!" 

"And you get to ride in a carriage! You have never ridden in one before, have you?" Liam smiled as his son's excitement grew. "YES! Horsies!" the little boy replied enthusiastically, his eyes wide with excitement. Liam chuckled. "Let's go get some breakfast and then we can go and wait for Uncle Max.” 

"Okay, daddy!" William beamed; his excitement shined brightly from his big blue eyes. 

As they entered the hallway, they heard a familiar voice call out, "William! Look at how big you are!" 

"Unca Max!" William cried out, running towards his favorite uncle. 

Maxwell scooped the little boy up in a bear hug, smiling widely. "We're going to have so much fun today, little man!" 

"Where's Bartie?" William was concerned, his eyes searching for his newfound best friend. 

"I'm over here," Bartie replied, popping out from behind his mother. "I wanna play with the horses, too. Can we, Mommy? Pleeease?" 

Savannah gave her son a loving smile. "Well as long as the two of you eat your breakfast first." William bounded over to his little friend. "YAY!" The boys both cheered. Liam strolled over, "Savannah, hello. You look well this morning," Liam kissed her cheek. 

"As do you, your majesty," she replied with a curtsy, bowing her head. “Liam, I am so happy and excited for you and Riley.”

"Thank you, Savannah."

Liam clapped Maxwell on the shoulder. "It is good to see you both, too, Lord Beaumont, Duke Ramsford." 

“Your majesty.” Bertrand bowed and smiled, then stepped back to join his wife. 

"Good to see you too, Li." Maxwell grinned at his childhood friend, as the men watched the boys follow Savannah as she grasped their hands. 

Liam shook his head, a grin on his face. "Those two are inseparable. It's a good thing Bertrand has gotten over his fear of children." 

Maxwell laughed. "Bertrand loves kids, he just has to be the most uptight person on the planet." 

Liam chuckled. "I suppose that's true." 

"Hey Max, are you ready?" called out Savannah from down the hall. 

"Ready to eat always, Savvie ... as I"ll ever be," Maxwell replied, turning to Liam. "So, what's the plan for today?" 

Liam gave a mischievous smile. "Well, I thought you could spend the day with William and Bartie, giving Riley and I a chance to have some alone time." 

Maxwell grinned. "Hah ... sounds like fun," he winked. "You're going to owe me, though." 

Liam rolled his eyes. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever you want." 

Maxwell chuckled. "Alright, let's get this show on the road. The kids and my stomach are waiting." 

Liam turned back to adjust his tie and reached for his suit jacket which was draped over a wing chair. He walked to the foyer to meet with Riley and Olivia, Bastien following discreetly behind him. 

"You're dismissed, Damien," Liam said. "I appreciate your vigilance. 

“Of course," Damien bowed and took his leave, joining the other members of the Royal Guard in the hallway. As he closed the door, his eyes wandered across the hallway, where he watched Olivia wrapping William in a hug before turning toward the foyer and the waiting limo outside. 

Damien had been captivated by Olivia from the moment they were introduced. As he watched her wrap the little crown prince in a hug, his mind wandered. 

He could not help but admire her grace and elegance, the way her fiery hair shone underneath the chandelier or when her eyes sparkled when she laughed. 

Damien knew he could never have her, but the thought of being able to spend time with her, to make her laugh and see her smile, was enough to fuel his dreams. 

He wondered what it would be like to hold her in his arms, to kiss her soft lips and feel her body pressed against his. 

But that was all it could ever be, a fantasy, a dream. 

‘What would a Duchess ever see in a guardsman? Olivia is a rare beauty,’ Damien mused. ‘She's not like any other noble, and she doesn't seem to care about the status or title.’ 

His thoughts were interrupted by the sound of the door opening, and he straightened up, adjusting his uniform. 

As Damien thoughts went back to his post, his eyes drifted back to Olivia, and he could not help but wonder if there was a chance, however small, that his dreams could become a reality. 

*** 

“Olivia, why are you being so secretive?”  Riley inquired again, after spending the morning shopping for clothes and accessories in the city center, the limousine rolled to a stop at the Nevrakis lodge entrance. 

Bastien opened the limousine door as Olivia stepped out. Glancing back to Riley, she smirked, “You are one lucky lady”. Riley’s eyebrow lifted in question. “You, my dear have a final challenge to endure." 

Riley sat and blinked as she took in her words. After reaching for her bags Riley turned her attention to exit the limo after Olivia, when she heard a deep baritone voice, "...Hi." 

Riley looked up to see a six-foot, 4-inch-tall familiar man looking at her with a huge smile. Dressed in a crisp, sleek suit overtopped by an Armani topcoat 

"Liam? ...What are you doing here?" Riley’s eyes went wide as she looked up at her lover. 

"...And dressed like that?”  

“Love, I wouldn't dream of being underdressed for your final challenge." Liam smirked and then chuckled softly watching Riley’s look of disbelief. 

"So, you're here for the challenge too?" 

"You bet. I've been waiting for this moment since you came back to Cordonia." 

"Liam, what is going on?" 

 “This is our final destination. According to Olivia, I am the challenge.” 

"And that would be?" 

Liam smiled wide, not giving out any clues.

"Oh my, this isn't a game show, right?" 

"Not to worry, love. All I know is that Olivia has prepared something for us and it's a surprise." 

"Okay. So, what is this surprise? Please tell me."

"Oh, I wouldn't want to spoil the fun." 

"Liam, I don't like surprises." 

"Love, I know ...I can see that. But, I think you will like this one. This is our last day in Lythikos; I've already been briefed and we're going to have a blast." 

Olivia’s watched their exchange and added, “the last thing you need to get back into fighting form is to reconnect with what you are fighting for. 

...And you have always been driven by your love for Liam; for your family.”

Liam slid his arm around Riley’s waist pulling her close to him. “Which was an unusually sentimental thing to hear Olivia say.” 

Olivia sighed, “a bit saccharine for my tastes, but to each their own. I always thought love was a weakness, but you seem to actually draw strength from each other.” 

Riley’s scrunched her eyebrows, “Just to be clear, my last challenge is to spend time with King Liam Rys?” 

“The whole day, actually. Olivia is taking us into town.” 

“Everyone else will help me take care of William while you’re away.” Olivia added.

“Sweet! Free daycare! I’m really warming up to Lythikos hospitality.” 

“It’s a circumstantial offer. Cherish it while it lasts.” 

Liam kissed Riley’s cheek, “believe me, we plan to.” 

“But Olivia, you’re supposed to be looking into our Madeleine problem....and the press.” 

“Damien and I will dhave everything covered; I promise. 

And you have your marching orders. Reconnect and start fresh, that you may crush your enemies on the morrow.” 

Liam grinned, “Ah, Romantic.” Placing his hand on the small of her back, Liam steered Riley back into the lodge to change into the evening wear that she bought in town. 

Standing at the entrance of the dining room, along with the other guards, Damien Nazario stood vigilantly watching the crown prince. His eyes were sharp and ever watchful. As a trained ex-secret service agent and bodyguard, he knew when people were watching. 

His attention was suddenly drawn to a smattering of voices outside in the main hall, and a moment later, Duchess Olivia Nevrakis entered the dining room, and Damien felt his breath catch. 

She was stunning. She had been stunning the night before, but he had not noticed her beauty fully. This morning, the Duchess wore a form fitting black and grey suit. Her vibrant red hair was done up in a chignon. Damien was entranced by her, but he knew better than to stare. He tore his eyes away from her and glanced down at the floor, taking in the shiny black patent leather of her boots. He swallowed, wondering how they would feel around his neck. He shook his head, trying to clear the image from his mind. He looked up, and his eyes once again caught sight of her, this time her stormy blue green eyes were looking straight into his. 

She arched an eyebrow and tilted her head as she regarded him. Damien's cheeks warmed. 

"Good morning," a voice sounded beside him. 

"Morning," he mumbled, glancing back to where the Duchess had been, only to find her gone. 

Drake chuckled. "See something you like?” 

***

Inside the limo, Liam and Riley arrived outside an upscale restaurant in the city center.

Bastien opened rhe passenger door and Liam stepped out, holding out his hand for Riley. She took it and climbed out of the limo. She gasped when she looked at the building in front of her. "This is beautiful." 

"You are beautiful," Liam smiled. "And tonight, you will be dining on the best seafood this side of Paris." 

"That's a high bar to live up to." Riley's eyebrows raised. 

Liam chuckled. "It can certainly get the job done." 

They were escorted inside the restaurant, with Liam's hand on the small of her back as they were led to a secluded table overlooking the city center. 

Liam pulled out Riley's chair and she sat down, exposing her long tanned leg through the side slit of her cocktail dress. He sat down and his eyes drank in the sight of her, his gaze lingering on her legs. 

Riley blushed. 

"I'm sorry, I didn't mean to stare." Liam looked down. 

Riley reached across the table and took his hand in hers. "Look all you want, Your Majesty." 

Liam lifted his head and locked eyes with her, his blue orbs sparkling. "I have wanted to do this since the night of the Coronation Ball. You were breathtaking that night. I wanted to sweep you into my arms and dance the night away with you. But there was always someone or something getting in the way." 

Riley grasped Liam's hands in hers ...

"Mmm, this whole place smells like fresh bread. I want to eat that smell." 

"I will order the kitchen to prepare you a fresh loaf immediately." Liam grinned. 

Riley threw her head back and laughed. 

"Please do. After Olivia's challenges, I feel like I could devour this entire restaurant." 

"I love the sound of your laugh," Liam whispered. 

Riley's heart skipped a beat. 

Liam's grin widened. "I hope we have many more dates just like this. After Olivia's unique brand of 'help', we've definitely earned this day." 

Riley giggled. "That was the nicest way of saying Olivia was a royal pain in the ass." 

Liam let out a chuckle. "That was very diplomatic of me, thank you." 

Liam smiled as a steaming breadbasket and the entrees were set down on the table. The waiter tops off Riley's red wine and sets a glass of scotch down for Liam. 

Riley picked up her glass and held it aloft. "A toast. To us." 

"To us," he echoed, clinking his glass against hers. 

As Riley takes a sip, the waiter places a small dish in front of her. Inside is a thick chocolate sauce in the shape of a heart, the word "love" written in script, and two berries. 

Riley looked from the dish to Liam, her lips curled into a mischievous smile. "Chocolate covered strawberries? Are you trying to seduce me, Liam?" 

"That depends," Liam replied, a matching grin forming on his face. 

"On what?" Riley asked. 

"Whether or not it's working," he whispered. 

Riley's eyes met his and they burned with desire. 

"I'll take that as a yes." His grin widened and he leaned across the table. Liam took Riley's hand in his, his fingers tracing slow circles on the back of her hand. "You are beautiful. I wish we could have been together from the start." 

Riley's lips formed a soft smile. "So do I, Liam. I don't want this night to end." 

"It doesn't have to." Liam reached into his pocket and pulled out a set of keys, laying them on the table between them. 

"Up for a little trip?” 

Riley's eyes widened. "Are you suggesting we run away together?" 

"One of the best kept secrets in Lythikos is a glass igloo tucked away in the mountains. The perfect view of the stars, the perfect view of the valley." 

Riley bit her lip and looked up at him from under her lashes. "I think I might have found the perfect view right here." 

"It's also very secluded. Not another soul for miles." Liam winked. 

Demurely smiling, Riley added, "I can think of a few ways to take advantage of that." 

"So can I ... if you're up for the trip." 

Riley picked up the keys, the smile on her face growing wider. "Let's skip the dinner and jump right to the dessert."

"Then we should leave right now," he suggested, his eyes never leaving hers. After a few calls, Liam stands and offers his arm to Riley. 

Riley slipped her arm through his and together they headed out of the restaurant, and back into the waiting limo. 

The driver was already waiting and pulled the car into the traffic. They passed through the city streets and up into the mountains. It was dark when the car finally pulled up in front of a domed glass structure. Stepping inside, the entire frozen mountainside stretched out around on all sides, a beautiful aurora shined through the ceiling panels. 

"Oh Liam, this place is unreal ... it's all the natural wonder of camping with the comfort of a five star hotel." 

"And a lot more privacy." Liam added.

"After the past few weeks, I really wanted to get you away and alone," Liam softly spoke, his arms slipping around Riley's waist. 

She placed her hands over his. "Me, too. I don't want this day to end." 

"I have one more surprise for you." 

Riley smiled. "Is that why you brought me here? For a surprise?" 

"No. I brought you here because I want to be alone with you." He kissed her cheek, his lips trailing along her jawline and down her neck. 

Riley's eyelids fluttered and she tilted her head back. "Mmm, is that so?" 

Liam nuzzled his nose against the spot behind her ear. "I wanted to do this all evening." 

"What's stopping you now?" 

He grinned. "Nothing." 

Liam pressed his lips to hers. She melted into him and deepened the kiss. His tongue sought hers and they moved together in unison. He cupped her ass and pulled her into him, her curves conforming to his body. 

Riley's hands tangled into his hair, her fingers tugging. Liam moaned into her mouth, his desire rising. Together tumbling back onto the bed, legs tangling as they fall down onto the plush mattress. 

A while later, Liam's fingers combed absently through Riley's hair as they watched the way the colors and lights swirled around, constantly changing.... It was hypnotic. 

"When I look up into the sky ... I see you. I see something beautiful, brilliant, untamable ... a breathtaking force of nature. I know that we have been through a lot, but when you're in my arms like this ... I also know that we can find a way through it together, if you'll let me."

Riley sighed happily. "Liam..."

*I know, love, that I said I wouldn't bring it up again, but after tonight, I need to tell you that I'm so sorry for everything." 

"Liam, it's okay, I know you had to do it. I know the weight of the world was on your shoulders, and you had to do what's best for your people, that's your duty. But you have to also do what's best for yourself. We all do." 

Liam's grip tightened slightly around her waist. "That's what I want. You...

"Riley. I love you. And William. I can't imagine my life without you both in it."

"I love you too, Liam," she whispered. "So much..."

"Do you forgive me?" Liam asked quietly in earnest. 

"Of course, I forgive you. I am so sorry that I was a coward and left without telling you about..."

"SSHHH! There is nothing to forgive you for, Riley. You were just doing what you felt you had to do. I am so sorry that the court was so unfair to you. My father ..." 

"Liam, please. Let's just focus on the present."

"... and the future." LIam added with a kiss...

@choicesficwriterscreations @thosehallowedhalls

[ahummingbirdwitch]

Hii, may I request Cypher x reader angst?

Ask and you shall receive. This hurt my soul to write 🥲

Nightmare (Cypher x F!Reader)

Summary: Cypher is haunted by his past one sleepless night.

Pairing: Cypher x F!Reader

Rating: General

Word Count: 633

Warnings: none

Notes: Cypher, my poor, sweet, tortured love

Cypher was running.

He didn’t know why, but he was running, and someone—or something—was chasing him. His heart raced, his throat burning and lungs contracting painfully as he took in great gulps of air. It was hard to see. It was hard to breathe.

He charged down the street—a street he recognized. He passed familiar buildings as he ran; buildings he’d visited, grown up by, seen a thousand times. He was home. He was back in Rabat.

He wanted to stop, wanted to see his friends, his family, his old neighbors, but he couldn’t. Something told him he had to keep going.

He had to. He had to keep going.

“Amir.”

Cypher’s heart stirred. He knew that voice.

That’s right. I’m Amir. My name is Amir.

He ran faster, scouring the streets, and realizing with a start that they were all empty. Where was everyone? Where were the laughing children, the mothers and fathers who watched them with smiles on their faces? Where were the market vendors, the shopkeepers?

Where was—

“Amir!”

It was that voice again, more frightened this time. It was her. She was in danger.

“Nora!” he cried out, his throat cracked and dry. He could see someone now at the end of an alley, in the middle of the desolate market square. A beautiful woman in a hijab, standing alone.

She turned towards him, fear in her eyes. “Amir,” she said weakly. “They’re coming.”

“Who?” he asked desperately. He should have reached her by now, but despite his efforts, he couldn’t seem to get any closer. “What do you mean?”

All at once, the woman began to change. Nora’s features shifted, morphing into someone else’s. Someone he knew just as well.

His heart sank. You. It was you.

You looked past him, as if you saw something behind him, and your eyes grew in terror. “Amir,” you pleaded. Your voice was different—a mix of yours and Nora’s. “Help me. Please.”

“I-I’m coming!” he promised, fighting to get to you. You were still so far away, so horribly, horribly far away. Why couldn’t he reach you? He outstretched his hand. “Wait for me!”

Suddenly, the world began to crumble all around him. The stones beneath his feet cracked, the buildings that lined the streets shuddering before collapsing into nothingness. You wrapped your arms around yourself, shrinking back as shadows emerged from the growing darkness, inching closer to you.

“No!” he shouted, lunging for you. “Hold on! I’m coming!”

No, don’t leave me, don’t leave me!

“Amir!” you screamed, just before the shadows overcame you, swallowing you whole.

Cypher jolted awake.

He sat up straight in his bed, chest heaving, hair sticking to his forehead. His heart was pounding, all his senses ablaze as if he were still running through those empty streets. Running from something. Running for something.

Nora. No—

You.

He threw his covers aside and got up, rushing to his monitors. His eyes were heavy from sleep, but he forced them to open wid, dragging them over every screen until he found you.

You were asleep in your bed, hugging your teddy bear, and dreaming soundly, from the looks of it. Your eyelashes fluttered slightly, and you shifted under your blanket, turning over onto your other side, away from the camera.

Cypher let out a ragged breath, relieved to find you safe and sound. He knew it was a nightmare. Nothing had happened to you, and none of it had been real, literally speaking, but the torment inside of him was. What had happened to him—what had happened to his wife and his city—had been more real than any nightmare.

Nora was gone, and so was Rabat.

He hung his head, burying his face in his hands, and silently began to weep.

At least you were still here.

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Thanks so much for my first request!

[tourguidemorocco]

Exploring Morocco’s Historical Sites with an Expert Tour Guide Morocco, a land of vibrant colors, intricate architecture, and centuries-old traditions, Tour Guide Morocco offers an immersive journey through time. For those who wish to delve deep into the history and culture of this fascinating country, exploring its historical sites with an expert tour guide is essential. In this article, we will take you on a detailed tour of Morocco's most iconic historical sites, enriched with insights and stories that only a knowledgeable guide can provide.

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[nothingtoseeherejustme]

History repeats itself

It must be hard on her, but it's also hard on me, because I know exactly how she feels. Actually, I feel her and I understand her feelings better than I did mine at the time.

I don't want her to go through this.

But it happened.

And all I can do know is give her an ear, and a good advice. Because I'm in a big dilemma right know on how exactly I should react to her being simply a teenager.

I think I had it hard. I cried a thousand times, and I tried everytime to hide my tears. I would litterally cry anywhere people won't be watching. Could be the rooftop at night, the cellar, the living room when mom was in supermarket, or just you know, my room at 1 am after I made sure everyone was sleeping.

Anyway, I had to cry and I had to let it all out. Mostly, I needed to talk about it, but unfortunately, I only had bad ears listening, and trying to take advantage of the situation.

What I cried about would seem totally stupid to me now, but it did matter at the time. I made huge mistakes. I sold myself to the devil.. for free. I let strangers embrass me, and I took comfort in hands of dirty humans.

And I say humans, because I guess they were all the more confused, and maybe as wrecked up as I was.

I think one of the scariest years of myself were these. Being impressed by those "out of the rules" girls, and musician boys, and people in love, and people that had something that made them special, while I was first of my class, dressing up like mom's girl, and being terribly uncomfortable in my natural hair, and acneed face.

I wanted adventure, and attention (not from my teacher or my oncle telling his beautiful blond daughter to be like me, cause that's how I pictured everyone else at the time : beautiful while I thought I weren't). But from poeple my age.

The scariest thing wasn't that. It was that I had full access to internet, and an empty room. And god knows what I was doing. From dating virtual man, to sneaking out, to talking on anonymous websites, to opening up about every little detail about my feeling, like I still do now, and this very moment, to totally embarrassing myself thinking I found a "virtual" soulmate, and another, and another, and then to actually dating a real person, and the sneaking out, and the having all that attention on me... And those "real" people were nice and I don't regret them, but I regret feeling bad all along for dating them, and for turning into a person I was still getting used to be.

I let some people tell me bad things about me, and I did everything they wanted. It's a scary world we live in. That bad oppressed side of me grew out of control, and it followed it eveywhere, and sometimes I cry when I remember I was rabat streets alone at 4am, after I left some asshole's house for a reason I don't wanna remember, with cars following me thinking I'm a hooker, and me in my big black jackets, trying to hide the fact that I'm lost at night in streets I don't recognize, and 40dhs in my pocket trying desperatly to find a cab, but no cab was there, and I got to my school in chills. Did I tell anybody this story? How could I? It's so embarrassing I would die. I could have died, or got kidnapped, or just got raped in an atrocious way, but I survived that day, and I survived many other days.

But I think, it's that mentality that grew in me in my very highschool room is what got me there, along with a few brave steps I kept taking.

*Sight*

I'm glad I didn't die. What may seem like a small adventure for a girl at that age may turn wrong (few more details I don't wanna add).

I don't want her to go through anything similar, but... what can I do?

What did 15yo me need to hear at that time?

[eliseluskin]

Thursday, April 18, 2019

... We .. woke up.. you guessed it! EARLY. To catch a train to the country’s capital, Rabat. Once we got there, we discovered the train station didn’t have lockers or a place to put our bags like we had hoped. It immediately sunk in that we would have to have our bags with us for the whole day, which would have sucked for me, but also would have sucked 20x more for Evan, has he was carrying the large pack with all our clothes. We tried a couple of hotels to see if they would store our bags for us if we paid, however, after the 3rd hotel, we realized that no one was going to let us do that. So we had a brainstorm session and decided to hire a taxi to take us around all day and bring us to all the spots we wanted to hit. Which was 100% the right decision. There’s no way we would have survived walking around Rabat with our packs.

We grabbed a driver and settled on a fee and set out for the day. We started the day off at the royal palace. We had out passports checked and then walked toward the palace. It was really extravagant. 

Spot two was Chellah, which is a ruined city that was founded by the Muslim conquerors of North Africa. A complex that included mosque, minaret, and royal tombs. It was so interesting and quite beautiful to look at. Evan and I had a lot of fun walking around amongst the ruins. It’s wild for me for me to think that this complex was once thriving and highly decorated. We spent a little over an hour here, but definitely could have spent a longer time

Our third stop was the Annalusian Gardens and the Oudayas Kasbah. We entered through the garden and then walked into the blue narrow allies of the kasbah. The walls were painted a wonderful blue, and honestly, it got me really excited for our future trip to Chefchauoen. We walked to a look out and admired the ocean views. Walking through the ally we saw a little stall selling what looked like friend dough with sugar. They’re called sfenj. We got one to split, but devoured it and then went back for a second. It was soooooo goooooooood.

Our fourth stop was the Hassan Tower and Mausoleum of Mohammad V. The Hassan Tower was started in 1195. The tower was supposed to be the largest minaret in the world alongside a mosque. However the construction of the mosque stopped in 1199. The mosque was left incomplete, leaving hundreds of stumps that where intended to be columns. We were there during a call to prayer. Evan and I both learned that during every call to prayer, someone literally is doing it, we both had thought that it was a recording. 

And our final stop, was to be dropped off at a medina entrance, we walked through the streets. Contemplating if we were going to get food or not. We decided to not. And just walked around, it was a little overwhelming with our backpacks, so we didn’t stay too long. 

We walked to the 7th Art Cafe for a couple of virgin mojitos, yuuuum, and a couple of apps. We decided to catch an early train then we intended to Fes. Boy oh boy... Fes.  Didn’t start off like we had hoped... Rabat was really fun and I really enjoyed my time there.

We got a taxi from the train station “to our riad”. Our riad, Riad Scalia, was in the medina, and Fes has the oldest medina and the largest medina where there are only foot paths, and cars can’t get in. We got dropped off at one of the gates to the medina, which was still a mile away from where the riad was located and the taxi driver told us we only needed to walk 5 minutes into the medina, and we’d find it, but ... that was not the case at all... we got really turned around, trying to follow the map on our phones. We were approached by a guy who offered to help us. At this point this had happened a couple of times and we got duped into “tipping” them for their help. We had made a rule earlier in the trip that this was no longer happening... but rules get broken when you’re really tired and need help because you’re completely lost. So this dude who’s face and outfit is permanent burned in my brain helped us find our hotel. Then he asked for a tip because he helped us find it, which we gave him. However it wasn’t enough and he wanted more, and we hadn’t asked for his help, but he was demanding it. We protested and then he spit at our feet and made some threatening comments, finally I was like dude just fucking take it, this is out of control. We gave him the money and then just walked to our riad. I was kind of on edge and wicked annoyed by the entire thing.

We got into the riad and the host was so kind, but however, had to tell us that he only had our booking for that night and not the next three nights. And we were like, how is this happening, so we went into detail to talk to us and said he’d try to help us find another place to stay because there was no way he would be able to host us. This whole day had been frustrating af. Obviously it wasn’t his fault personally but Expedia was screwing us over big time. Evan said he would book another place and we’d work on getting our money back from Expedia. Once we got into our room, Evan had booked a riad in Rabat, so we had to cancel that right away and started to look for a new riad and booked it. 

WHAT A FUCKING NIGHT, AM I RIGHT? Oh Fes.

[meandmerkel]

Morocco!!

Wow it’s been a while since I posted on this blog! It’s not that I haven’t thought about it. I just always freeze up when it comes to actually writing something. It’s hard for me to convey my emotions genuinely in writing, so rather than working through it, I just avoid writing. :///

Anyway, my host sister and I just got back from a trip to Morocco! The things I had read online about Morocco made me somewhat nervous, but I found them to be vastly exaggerated, and I had a great time there. We started off in Fez, where the streets are bustling with life. We eventually came upon a square where a trampoline had been set up for children to play. I will say that it’s hard to navigate Fez without internet or maps. It’s especially hard in the medina, where I think would have been very frustrating had we been travelling with many bags or a suitcase, but we were luckily using a backpack.

Other than warnings of getting lost, I also read online that, as tourists, one should never ask for directions because people will lead you the wrong way and ask for money. I don’t think this is completely true. Every time Lotta and I took the initiative to ask for directions in Fez, the people were very helpful, but whenever someone approached us trying to give directions, the results mostly mirrored what we had read online. When one man started leading us somewhere, Lotta said, “You know we aren’t going to pay you, right?” so the guy stormed off, but he was the worst of it. Most people just walked up to us asking where we wanted to go, and we replied saying that we would figure it out ourselves, solving the issue. I also noticed that once we ditched our luggage at the hostel, we were less bombarded by “guides”. Also, the longer we stayed (and thus the more we knew where to go), the fewer people tried to direct us.

As far as the comments I read about the streets being dirty, I completely disagree. Many streets there felt cleaner than those in New York City!

On our first day in Fez, we met another German who is doing a language course in Rabat but was just in Fez for the weekend. She convinced us to take a few days of our vacation to visit Rabat as well. I can’t be happier that we did! Rabat is the capital city of Morocco and is on the coast, so we were able to get in a little beach time! Rabat wass even less touristy than Fez, and we were completely unbothered by shop-owners and so-called guides there.

Even though I could not deeply communicate with many of the people there, I was able to get by on English, and I had many kind interactions with people. For instance, there was one girl (I think she was about 8) who approached me on the beach one day. She did not speak much English, but after a while of Lotta and I playing around with her, she introduced us to her mother who did speak English. We spent the rest of the afternoon with this girl, playing soccer, collecting shells, and playing in the water. As she and her mother were leaving, her mother gave us her address and phone number in case we’re ever in Rabat again and looking for a place to stay!

I’m just so glad I had the opportunity to visit the country and am hopeful I will be back again!

[kingedmundsroyalmurder]

Brickclub: 3.1.8

So we’re back to the political will and inclinations of the gamins. And Hugo is pretty clear that this is actual politically-driven anarchism, not just generalized malcontentedness or mischief making. Sure, the gamins probably aren’t the most politically sophisticated of people, and most of the intricacies of government are not only above their heads but probably not things they really care about, but they still have concrete, definite opinions. And Hugo is all for their being allowed to have those opinions. He clearly admires their convictions and their willingness to make their political position known.

It’s interesting that he doesn’t tie that in more with their death wish, since having anti-government beliefs isn’t always, you know, safe, but I suppose gamins in the streets aren’t necessarily being targeted by censorship laws or free speech repression or whatever. Unfortunately, as several others have already point out, the gamins are pretty powerless to actually change anything. All they can really do is sing rude songs and draw caricatures on the walls. Enough to agitate, perhaps, but that’s it.

(Which plays into the whole ‘the gamins as Paris’ thing? Because Paris, for all that it is the Best City, can’t really do anything without its people. The gamins can witness and, to an extent, record, but they don’t have the power to change.

This feels like something to come back to when we get to Gavroche and the barricade. Someone remind me of that when we get there.)

So we get a cute story about Louis Philippe, because Hugo likes Louis Philippe for... reasons. (I mean, I know there are reasons, but it’s still kind of weird given everything.) It’s kind of entertaining how hard Hugo is already trying to make him just a hometown kind of guy, down with the people and willing to laugh at himself. Like, he’s still King, Hugo. Being willing to laugh at his own caricatures doesn’t change that fact.

Also, foreshadowing! But foreshadowing that seems very true to life -- when your life and liberty depend on not being caught by the cops, I expect you do learn to spot them quick, and memorize their personalities and what you can and can’t get away with around them. It seems like one of those vital life skills passed on from older to younger gamin.

And now, some historical digging under the cut:

I went looking for the Turkey-Bourbon connection, and I found this, apparently written by the son of Arsene Houssaye: “ On surnomme les chevaliers du Lys les compagnons d’Ulysse, et les gardes du corps les garde-dindon.” (x) [We nicknamed the Knights of the Lily the companions of Ulysses*, and the Gardes du Corps the Turkey Guard.] Given that Hugo and Houssaye, pere, were friends, I assume that’s the association he meant there.

I also found this, from a review of caricatures of the time:

“ Faux dévot, mais vrai tyran, Le Dindon, lithographie de Langlumé porte rabat et coiffe ecclésiastiques, mais déchire des papiers marqués « Charte », « Liberté », « Constitution » (x) [False devotee, but true tyrant, the Turkey, lithograph of Langlume wears ecclesiastical garb, but tears apart papers marked ‘Chartre,’ ‘Liberty,’ ‘Constitution.]

So it seems to have been a go-to caricature for not just the King. I’m still not quite sure what turkeys actually meant, in the symbolic language of the time -- that second article suggests that Charles X was compared to lots of animals, not just turkeys. Obviously, anyone with deeper knowledge/better research is encouraged to chime in!

*It’s a better pun in French.

[kappavision]

Balconies in Malta: don't you just love them? Whether it is looking up at them or looking from them, you've got to love balconies. This one is found in St. Francis Street in Rabat, Malta. THE NICHE Embellishing the façade of this house is an old niche of Our Lady of Good Council (Maltese: il-Madonna tal-Bon Kunsill). (at Rabat, Malta) https://www.instagram.com/p/CcJ8QYpoHKL/?igshid=NGJjMDIxMWI=

[storyrabat]

IN MOROCCO, THERE ARE SOME COMMON SCAMS TO BEWARE OF (AND HOW TO AVOID THEM)

In this post, Story Rabat Hotel discusses some of the most typical scams that you may encounter in Morocco, as well as how to prevent them.

Morocco is a beautiful nation with friendly people who are always willing to help. It's also a safe destination, and anyone can have a great time traveling here.

Traveling to Morocco is an adventure not to be missed, whether you want to see the Sahara Desert, spend time in Marrakech, visit Chefchaouen, climb to the mountain of Toubkal, sunbathe on the gorgeous beaches of Essaouira or relax in the 5-star hotels in Rabat, Morocco. It's a country with fantastic food, stunning scenery, and welcoming people.

The majority of Moroccans are trustworthy and eager to assist tourists. Unfortunately, because the country is such a famous tourist destination, con artists prey on unsuspecting tourists regularly. Friendly and hospitable people may well be found all around the kingdom, however, if you're not vigilant, you can potentially fall victim to a tourist trap or a scam.

Unfortunately, most victims are not aware of what has happened until someone points out the absurd price they ended up paying. Feeling scammed is a depressing sensation that may quickly distract from a pleasant trip. Thus, you may ask “Can you safely travel to Morocco?”

The best honeymoon hotel in Rabat, Story Rabat, will educate you about the most prevalent scams in Morocco and provide you suggestions and pointers on how to avoid them in this post.

A GOOD PERSON OFFERING TO SHOW YOU DIRECTIONS

Due to Moroccans' extremely low incomes (the daily wage in Morocco is about 10 USD), this scam may be encountered all around Morocco. This deceitful behavior is especially prevalent in major cities.

This involves giving unexpected assistance, such as guiding you in the direction of a hotel or pointing you to a restaurant. When you reach the place, the con man will demand exorbitant compensation in return for his assistance.

For instance, while wandering through the streets of Tangier or Casablanca with your backpack, someone approaches you and offers to lead you to your business hotel in Morocco. He will not depart until you give him a tip of 30 or 50 MAD for the five minutes he spent helping you.

WHAT CAN YOU DO TO GET AWAY FROM THIS SCAM?

Sadly, if you are harassed by somebody who took you to your accommodation hotel in Morocco, the authorities are unlikely to assist you. Exaggeratedly helpful people who approach you from out of nowhere to offer assistance should be avoided at all costs. Whenever possible, ask for help only if you need it, and if you do, ask someone in their stores or ask a local police officer or traffic enforcement officer. Ask for information if there are any young lads nearby, but make it clear that you don't require their assistance.

COUNTERFEIT ITEMS AT THE MARKET

Argan oil, pottery, rugs, saffron, and other popular market items are often fake and expensive. Sellers may, for instance, declare that a carpet is over a hundred years old or that it originated from a Berber tribe in the highlands, and then demand an outrageously expensive price. 

Some may even suggest that you may resell it in your country for a handsome profit, after which they will drop the price only for you. You will be duped at a significantly inflated price, once you pay the requested amount and it is also improbable that you will be able to resell the rug for a higher cost after you return home.

The price of argan oil remains unchanged even when diluted with other more common types of oils.  You should go to the area around Essaouira or Agadir if you wish to obtain Argan oil.  The possibilities of purchasing phony Argan oil are slim because the oil is produced locally. Nevertheless, towns like Marrakech and Fez should be avoided. 

The Moroccan market is unfortunately flooded with fake saffron, which sells at an extremely high price. This spice is one of the most commonly faked on the market, and the difference between the real thing and the copies is much harder to detect.

WHAT CAN YOU DO TO GET AWAY FROM THIS SCAM?

What we can suggest is that you should ask the staff at the family hotel in Marrakech or Fez you are staying at on how much particular products might be and whether you can trust the authenticity of the items. You can always go to the market with local friends to buy gifts if you have some. Furthermore, they can help you haggle the price, as well as recommend items to avoid.

TOUR GUIDES THAT ARE FAKE

This is similar to the scam when you are shown the way to your hotel in Marrakech by a "friendly Moroccan." The con artist poses as an official guide employed by the city's tourism board and proposes to take you on a tour. A lot of the time they carry fake IDs similar to those carried by the official tour operators. On the other hand, this phony tour guide is neither paid nor employed by the city council.

They'll take you to stores where they'll get a reward if you purchase something even if they do not ask for money at first. They may also attempt to take you to a friend's restaurant.

WHAT CAN YOU DO TO GET AWAY FROM THIS SCAM?

You should not work with a tour operator or guide without a website or online reviews.  Be sure to ask if there is a headquarters you can go to, as well as what will exactly be covered in the tour price. 

PICKPOCKETS IN MOROCCO

Pickpocketing is something you should be wary of in the more popular cities of Morocco. It's especially likely to occur in Marrakech's Jema El-Fna and Fez's narrow, crowded streets. Tourists visiting these places should be aware that their most valuable possessions (often wallets or passports) can be stolen while wandering among the people.

Pickpockets often operate in groups and will scan the area for someone wearing valuable items or not paying attention to their smartphone or bag.

IN MOROCCO, HOW DO YOU PREVENT PICKPOCKETS?

Staying vigilant and mindful of your belongings at all times is the simplest way to avoid this scam. Leave all of your valuables at your hotel and only bring what you need with you. Carry a money belt or keep your wallet in your front pocket. Traveling with a slash-resistant and lockable anti-theft bag is another excellent choice. Avoid wearing very expensive jewelry and keep a low profile.   We also would suggest making a copy of your passport and taking it with you only when you need to present identification.

MOROCCO EMERGENCY PHONE NUMBERS

In large cities, you can dial 112 or 190 to contact the police if you ever encounter a shady situation. 177 is the number to dial if you are outside of the city and the Royal Gendarmerie will be alerted. Other numbers to remember when traveling in Morocco are 150 for an ambulance and 15 for the fire department.

CAN YOU SAFELY TRAVEL TO MOROCCO?

We trust that this overview of frequent scams in Morocco can guide you in experiencing a more enjoyable and secure journey all around the country. Feel free to contact us or comment below if you think that any scam we've missed should be added to this list.

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The STORY Rabat is a luxurious boutique hotel in Rabat's Ambassador’s district. It's known for personalized service, beautiful architecture, and spacious rooms. It has 27 well-decorated guest rooms, ten suites, and a remarkable private villa, as well as an elegant dining experience. 

If you are looking for an all-inclusive hotel in Rabat, Morocco, or need to book a room contact us at +212(538)050800 or send an email to reservations.rabat@story-hotels.com. Our team is standing by and ready to answer your queries.

[chrysaliseuro2018]

In Car Not Serrated

We realised that we needed a couple of days to get through Rabat and Mdina so had extended our stay by one day in the B&B. To day was Mdina day.

Breakfast was fine at the Estrella B&B. A small dining area and a bit too cool to sit on the small balcony at the back. One other couple were in there ahead of us. They moved off to vacate their table and we downed tea, cereal, some cheese, cake etc. sounds more than it was but we were full.

We headed off for Mdina. Liz did check out the neighbouring hair salon on the way to see if any availability and there was an appointment the next morning which she was considering. After some abortive and frustrating attempts to confirm this time (due to incorrect contact details being supplied) she was able to do so later in the day so all was well. Hair will be refreshed on the morrow. We pressed on to Mdina.

Mdina was an absolute delight - an old walled city (Medina is Arabic for “walled city”). It has a tremendous moat around it. We did not too much more than walk around it marvelling at the architecture. The “golden stone” (sandstony) look was very attractive and the buildings grand and imposing but simultaneously warm and inviting. It was tranquil, especially down the narrow backstreets. There were tourists - but not too many . Great views across the surrounding landscape as Mdina is on high. We stopped for tea and some carrot cake in a little cafe gazing out across the landscape so that was pleasant.

We also stopped at a funny little exhibition called “the Malta Experience”. It was in a sort of museum with the staff kitted out in olde world gear. As we walked by they were spruiking and in we went. It started with a 10 minute 3D film about the history of Malta - The Knights of the Order of St John, battles with the Turks etc. Amusingly the 3D (which I found quite distracting thru the cloudy mickey mouse glasses first used 30 years ago I’m guessing at kids Saturday morning pictures) switched between graphics and live actors who were acting out scenes such as battles between the Turks and the Knights. The battles which involved half a dozen portly blokes on either side yelling and waving their arms in the air typically with swords in their hands were, to say the least, unconvincing. Still we knew the actual protagonists at the time several hundred years ago were for real so a bit of imagination was called for.

After the excitement of the movie we then went to the exhibition proper. This involved walking down a series of dark corridors with twist and turns with every 10 metres or so a scene from Malta’s past complete with wax life size dummies togged up in the gear of their time. We had an audio guide and as we reached one of these scenes lights would go on and the audio guide would fire up. There were a lot of scenes which included Grand Masters of the Order of St John and therefore the number 1 man in Malta particularly through the Middle Ages. Also Napoleon who had a cameo appearance in Malta was featured. It was quite interesting in a naive way.

We also saw a short video in the reception area of the museum of natural history of the various movies that have been shot in Mdina over the years going back to a pretty old Silent one and of course incl Game of Thrones. Is there anywhere they have not shot that?

The walk round Mdina and trip to the Malta Experience probably took about 3-4 hours and we also sussed out a couple of good choices for dinner.

A slow walk back to the digs in Rabat stopping off for a tea and coffee and refreshments including a very tasty meat pie and we decided to move the car to closer to the B&B. This proved to be hilarious really. Rabat is a maze of one way streets and also as we found the previous day has a centre near the B&B which can’t be entered at certain hours as there is a school there. We didn’t think visitors to town could enter it at any time though the sign was very confusing and the landlady was reluctant to give advice in case we got nabbed. Anyway after several abortive attempts to get to the street that we hoped to park in (while also avoiding the restricted centre) the only way we decided we could get there was to go down a street which was less than 2 metres wide, down an incline, with a big bend and with a jagged rock wall on one side and wall to wall houses on the other. In the hire car with all those concerns about damage and excess etc this was nerve wracking to say the least.

We headed off down this precipitous (at least in the early stages) slope with me holding the steering wheel as tightly as one can, sweat coming out from all pores and with Liz (who was walking backwards ahead of the car) telling me to inch this way or that. Both wing mirrors were retracted and even so at times there was only a few inches on either side to spare. Every now and then there would be a doorstep to avoid which meant getting closer to the rock wall, just to keep things interesting. The whole street was at least one hundred and fifty metres long if not more but it seemed like a km at about ½ km/hr. Towards the end a guy rocked up behind who wanted to get into his house but there was no room to walk past the car. Liz said he was not happy waiting for me to inch down past his door and I could sense his impatient presence in the rear view mirror. I would have thought it was the best entertainment in town.

We got through with insurance excess intact but my equilibrium diminished. As always Liz gave the instructions and I followed them to a tee. The funny thing was, Narelle, the bogan voice of the satnav recommended going down this street. Not sure how you would cope if you had the family sedan as opposed to our tiny tin can Opel. Anyway we were successful and now had a 50 metre walk to digs. I think it was worth it.

That night we had a wonderful meal at a restaurant called Bacchus in Mdina. I had a beef casserole which was rich and filling and Liz a lobster/langoustine pasta. Both dishes wonderful. Wine excellent. Service superb. Top notch. You’d pay a lot more in Melbourne for the same quality and service. We wandered home through the lovely town of Mdina and the backstreets of Rabat pretty happy with our choice and day. To be honest this was a bit more tasteful and enjoyable than brash Valletta which doesn’t seem quite sure if it’s a tasteful town or a tourist town. We enjoyed it, Liz perhaps a little more than me, but I tend to think it’s inclined towards the latter. Generally pretty attractive architecture including some stunners but plenty of tourists catered to largely by some mediocre British food or, on average, middling Mediterranean food. It doesn’t seem sure if it’s Arthur or Arturo or possibly Martha. A bit harsh but it’s up against some stiff competition in this part of the world.

[timespakistan]

Morocco death sentence for rape, murder of 11-year-old boy Rabat-A Moroccan court sentenced a 24-year-old to death Wednesday for the rape and murder of an 11-year-old boy, in a case that has sparked calls for renewed executions. Th North African country had 74 prisoners on death row at the end of last year but has not carried out an execution since 1993. The case of the young boy, identified only as Adnan, has triggered renewed debate since his body was found dumped in September, five days after his disappearance from the working class district of Tangier where he lived. The accused was arrested after he sent a ransom demand to the child’s parents in an ill-conceived bid to put police off his trail by persuading them money was the motive. He was accused of keeping his victim captive in his rented apartment, raping him and then killing him before burying the body nearby. “The court was persuaded of the guilt of the main accused in the crime of premeditated murder, linked to abduction, captivity and statutory rape,” the official MAP news agency reported. The defendant’s flatmates, who were tried with him, were jailed for four months each for failing to report the crime, MAP said. Over the past two decades, Morocco has moved to reduce the number of prisoners on death row, by commuting their sentences to life imprisonment or fixed jail terms. A total of 119 prisoners were removed from death row in this way between 2000 and 2019. There has also been renewed debate about child protection in Morocco and the sentencing of child rape cases. In June last year, the release on bail of a man accused of raping a six-year-old girl sparked public outrage which prompted his swift return to custody. In 2013, a royal pardon granted in error to a convicted Spanish paedophile triggered a wave of street protests. https://timespakistan.com/morocco-death-sentence-for-rape-murder-of-11-year-old-boy/8373/

[architectnews]

Zaha Hadid Architects: Architecture

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3 Dec 2020

Zaha Hadid Architects Declare News

ZHA leave Architects Declare

On 3 December 2020, ZHA announced it had chosen to leave Architects Declare.

Below is the firm’s full statement on their withdrawal:

Climate change is a defining challenge of our generation and Zaha Hadid Architects (ZHA) is committed to developing solutions.

We embed sustainability into the design, procurement, construction and operations of the projects we are delivering, and we work hard to build integrated client/contractor/design team relationships that can maximise opportunities to improve systems which prioritize environmental issues and ensure cost-effective sustainability.

This collaborative relationship between the client, operator, design team and contractor, together with the development of an overall understanding of the sustainability agenda across the entire project team, is critical to delivering the most sustainable construction and operations of a building throughout its lifetime.

Recent ZHA projects have achieved exemplary accreditation. The KAPSARC research centre in Riyadh and the Generali Tower in Milan were awarded LEED Platinum. The Nürnberg Messe Convention Hall received its Platinum rating from the German Society for Sustainable Building (DGNB) and Leeza SOHO in Beijing obtained LEED Gold.

ZHA is now delivering architecture around the world targeting the highest sustainability certification, including projects in the Middle East, Europe and the Americas planning carbon neutral operations.

We continue this progress; marrying advances in sustainable design and operational systems with innovations in ecologically sound materials and construction practices. We do not look only at the disparate parts, but work to understand them as a whole to deliver effective solutions.

Regrettably we are withdrawing from Architects Declare. As a founding signatory, we agreed to continue and accelerate our work towards progressive change in our built environment. However today we need to recognise that we have a significant difference of opinion with the Architects Declare steering group on how positive change can be delivered.

For us how change is delivered requires discussion, cooperation and collaboration, and this must be debated without condemnation.

Architects Declare’s steering group has unilaterally decided on its own precise and absolute interpretation of the coalition’s commitments. By doing so, we believe they are setting the profession up for failure. Redefining these commitments without engagement undermines the coalition and trust.

We saw Architects Declare as a broad church to raise consciousness on the issues; enabling architectural practices of all sizes to build a coalition for change and help each other find solutions. We need to be progressive, but we see no advantage in positioning the profession to fail. In fact, it would be a historic mistake.

We have 9 key pages online re Architect Zaha Hadid:

Zaha Hadid : main page – Current Work

Links from 2016:

Dame Zaha Hadid Architecture

Dame Zaha Hadid Architect

Dame Zaha Hadid Dies – 1950-2016

Typological Links:

Zaha Hadid Architecture – Older Work from 2008-10

Zaha Hadid Buildings – Older Work up to 2007

Zaha Hadid Exhibitions

Zaha Hadid Books

Zaha Hadid Events

Zaha Hadid Architects – All Projects + Practice Information (this page)

Key Works by Zaha Hadid

Projects listed alphabetically (we exclude links to buildings featured on the main page to avoid duplication):

Abu Dhabi Performing Arts Centre, UAE 2007- image from Zaha Hadid Architects Abu Dhabi building

Antwerp Port Authority headquarters, Belgium 2009- image from Zaha Hadid Architects Antwerp Port House

Aquatics Centre, 2012 London Olympics, UK 2006-12 image from Zaha Hadid Architects London Olympics Aquatics Centre

Architecture Foundation, London, UK abandoned Feb 2008 image from Architecture Foundation Architecture Foundation

Barvikha Villa, Moscow, Russia – image from Zaha Hadid Architects

Beko Masterplan, Belgrade, Serbia 2013- Beko Masterplan

Bergisel Ski Jump, Innsbruck, Austria 2002 photo : Hélène Binet Bergisel Ski Jump

BMW Central Building, Leipzig, Germany 2005 Stirling Prize 2006 nominee BMW Central Building

Burnham Pavilion, Chicago, USA photo courtesy of ZHA © Michelle Litvin Burnham Pavilion building photos : see also Millennium Park Pavilion

Cairo Expo City Competition, Egypt 2009- image from Zaha Hadid Architects Cairo Expo City Competition

Chartres Expo Building, France images : ZHA The City of Chartres has awarded ZHA the contract to build its new Expo facility on the outskirts of the city. The project is part of the larger master plan of the ‘plateau du Nord-Est’ and will provide approximately 12,500m2 of internal exhibition space and approximately 4,700m2 of external exhibition area. The building design is a compact and functional solution within a strong and clear overall composition. Internally the building provides a flexible arrangement that enables up to 3 separate events to be hosted simultaneously and a roof-top cafeteria with views across to the cathedral. The estimated budget is €29.5m with construction due to start in 2013.

Torre Hadid – CityLife Milano Residential Complex, Milan, Italy photograph : Simon Garcia | arqfoto.com CityLife Milano Residential Complex – added 3 Apr 2016

Collins Street, Melbourne, Australia 2007-

Dongdaemun Design Plaza, Korea 2009- image from ZHA Dongdaemun Design Plaza

Dorobanti Tower, Bucharest, Romania 2009-13 image from Zaha Hadid Architects Dorobanti Tower

Eli & Edythe Broad Art Museum, Michigan, USA 2008-12 picture from Zaha Hadid Broad Art Museum Building

Elk Grove Civic Centre, Sacramento, CA, USA 2011- render Courtesy Zaha Hadid Architects Elk Grove Civic Centre

Euskotren HQ, Durango, nr Bilbao, Spain –

Evelyn Grace Academy, Brixton, London, UK 2010 photograph © Adrian Welch Evelyn Grace Academy – Zaha Hadid Architects’ first completed building in England

Expocentre Complex, Moscow International Business Centre, Russia 2007-

Glasgow Transport Museum, Scotland, UK 2007-11 picture from Zaha Hadid Riverside Museum Glasgow

Guangzhou Opera House, China 2007-11 photo : Virgile Simon Bertrand Guangzhou Opera House

Guggenheim Museum, Taichung, Taiwan –

High Speed Train Station Napoli-Afragola, Naples, Italy –

Herault Culture Sport, Montpellier, France –

Heydar Aliyev cultural centre, Baku project, Azerbaijan 2008- Heydar Aliyev Centre Building

Hoenheim Nord Terminus Strasbourg, France – picture from Zaha Hadid Hoenheim Nord Terminus

Hotel Puerta America, Madrid, Spain – picture from Hotel Puerta America website Zaha Hadid interior – Spanish designer hotel interior

Hoxton Square, east London, England 2006- image courtesy of Zaha Hadid Architects Hoxton Square

Innovation Tower, The Hong Kong Polytechnic University (PolyU), Hong Kong 2007-14 picture from Zaha Hadid Innovation Tower Hong Kong

Istanbul masterplan, Turkey 2006-

Jesolo Magica complex, Venice, Italy 2010- picture from Zaha Hadid Jesolo Magica Buildings

JS Bach Chamber Music Hall, Manchester, England 2009 image courtesy Zaha Hadid Architects JS Bach Chamber Music Hall

King Abdullah II House of Culture & Art Building, Jordan 2010- building image from Zaha Hadid House of Culture & Art Jordan

LFone Landesgartenschau, Weil am Rhein, Germany –

Lilium Tower, Warsaw, Poland 2008- picture from Zaha Hadid Architects Polish tower

Madrid Civil Court of Justice, Madrid, Spain 2008-10 picture from Zaha Hadid Madrid Court

Maggies Centre, Kirkcaldy, Scotland 2006 photograph © Adrian Welch Maggies Fife – first UK building

Maxxi : National Centre of Contemporary Arts, Rome, Italy 2008 photo : Roland Halbe MAXXI Rome

Middle East Centre, Oxford, England 2007- image from Zaha Hadid Architects English Project

Millennium Park Pavilion Building, Chicago, USA 2009- picture from Zaha Hadid Millennium Park Pavilion Design – see also Burnham Pavilion building

Mobile Art Chanel Pavilion, Hong Kong 2008 photo : Virgile Simon Bertrand Chanel Pavilion

Museum in Cagliari, Italy 2006- image from Zaha Hadid Architects Cagliari museum

Nassim Villas, Singapore picture from architects Nassim Villas

Nile Tower, Cairo, Egypt picture from architects Nile Tower Cairo – added 19 Apr 2012 A gracious volume set alongside the Nile, this elegant 70-storey structure seems to rotate, to lean across the water on its west side this sense of movement further enhanced by strong diagonals and the continuous glass plaza at its foot.

Nordpark Cable Railway Station, Innsbruck, Austria 2007 photo : Helene Binet Nordpark Station

The Opus, Dubai, UAE 2007- image from Zaha Hadid Architects The Opus Dubai

Ordrupgaard Museum, Copenhagen, Denmark 2007 image © Adrian Welch Ordrupgaard Museum

Pierres Vives building, Montpellier, France 2006- image from Zaha Hadid Architects Pierres Vives building

Phaeno Science Centre, Wolfsburg, Germany 2006 image © Zaha Hadid Architects Phaeno Science Centre : Stirling Prize nominee

Price Tower Arts Centre, Batlesville, Oklahoma, USA –

Rabat Grand Theatre, Morocco render from architects Rabat Grand Theatre

Regium Waterfront, southern Italy 2009- image from Zaha Hadid Architects Regium Waterfront, Italy

Rheinisch Westfalische Technische Hochschule, Aachen, Germany –

Richard and Lois Rosenthal Center for Contemporary Art, Cincinnati, Ohio, USA 2003 photo : Roland Halbe Richard and Lois Rosenthal Center for Contemporary Art

Riverside Museum Glasgow, Scotland photograph : Hufton + Crow Museum of Transport Glasgow : major British building – see ‘Glasgow Transport Museum’

Serpentine Pavilion, London 2007 photo : Luke Hayes Serpentine Pavilion

Seville University Library, Spain 2009 image from ZHA Seville University Library

Sheikh Zayad Bridge, Abu Dhabi, UAE 2008- image from Zaha Hadid Architects Abu Dhabi Bridge

Signature Towers, Business Bay, UAE 2008- image from Zaha Hadid Architects UAE Towers

Stone Towers Cairo, Egypt 2009- image from Zaha Hadid Architects Stone Towers Cairo

University of Economics & Business, Vienna, Austria 2008- image from Zaha Hadid Architects Vienna University Library : design competition win

Vitra Fire Station, Weil am Rhein, Germany –

Zaragoza Expo Bridge, Spain Courtesy of Zaha Hadid Architects Zaragoza Bridge

Zorrozaurre Master Plan, Bilbao, Spain –

More projects by Zaha Hadid online soon

Zaha Hadid Architecture – Background

Zaha Hadid is an architect whose work ranges from masterplans to interiors and furniture. She is best known for her Vitra Fire Station and recently the Contemporary Arts Center, Cincinnati. Hadid studied architecture at the Architectural Association (AA) in London from 1972 and was awarded the AA Diploma Prize in 1977. Zaha became a partner of the Office for Metropolitan Architecture (OMA).

Zaha Hadid – Teaching Positions

Taught at London’s AA with OMA collaborators Rem Koolhaas + Elia Zenghelis Ran studio at the Architectural Association until 1987 Kenzo Tange Chair at the Graduate School of Design, Harvard University, USA Sullivan Chair at the University of Chicago School of Architecture, USA Guest Professor, Hochschule für Bildende Künste in Hamburg, Germany Guest Professor, Knolton School of Architecture, Ohio, USA Guest Professor, Masters Studio, Columbia University, New York, USA

Zaha Hadid was the Eero Saarinen Visiting Professor of Architectural Design for the Spring Semester 2002 at Yale University, New Haven, Connecticut, USA. Zaha was made Honorary Member of the American Academy of Arts and Letters and Fellow of the American Institute of Architecture. Zaha Hadid is Professor at the University of Applied Arts, Vienna, Austria.

Architecture Competitions

Zaha Hadid has entered, and won, a huge number of competitions, including The Peak, Hong Kong (1983), Kurfürstendamm, Berlin (1986), Düsseldorf Art and Media Centre (1992/93), Cardiff Bay Opera House, Wales (1994), Royal Academy Habitable Bridge Competition, London (1996), the Contemporary Arts Center, Cincinnati (1998), University of North London Holloway Road Bridge (1998), Centre for Contemporary Arts, Rome (1999), Bergisel Ski-jump, Innsbruck, Austria (1999), Placa de les Artes, Barcelona (2001), Masterplan for Singapore’s Science Hub (2001), Ordrupgaard Museum Extension, Copenhagen (2001) and the temporary Guggenheim Museum, Tokyo (2002).

Other competition entries include large scale urban studies for Hamburg, Madrid, Bordeaux and Cologne; Museum Buildings in Bad Deutsch Altenburg, Austria, Madrid (Prado, Reina Sofia, Royal Palace), the Victoria & Albert Museum’s Boilerhouse Gallery, London and a Museum of Islamic Arts in Doha, Qatar; concert halls for Copenhagen and Luxembourg; a theatre for the Hackney Empire, London and large scale multi-functional buildings for 42nd street, New York as well as for the IIT Campus in Chicago, and third prize for an event and delivery center for BMW in Munich.

Despite competition entries in the UK for the V&A Museum’s Boilerhouse Gallery, Habitable Bridge Competition, Theatre for the Hackney Empire, all London, and of course the Cardiff Bay Opera House, the first real buildings by Zaha Hadid are to be in Scotland.

Zaha Hadid project – first UK building, photos

Zaha Hadid – Buildings

Vitra Fire Station, Weil-am-Rhein, Germany – Bitar, London, UK 1985 Monsoon Restaurant, Sapporo, Japan 1990 Folly, Osaka, Japan 1990 Music Video Pavilion, Groningen, Netherlands 1990 Housing project for IBA-Block 2, Berlin, Germany 1993 LFone pavilion, Weil am Rhein, Germany 1993/1999 Pavilion for Blueprint Magazine, Interbuild, Birmingham, UK 1995 Mind Zone, Millennium Dome, Greenwich, London, UK 1999 Tram Station & Car Park, Strasbourg, France 2001 Contemporary Arts Centre Cincinnati, USA 2004 Vineyard buildings, Haro, Rioja, Spain 2006 Spittelau Viaduct housing, Vienna, Austria 2006 Edifici University Campus – proposal, Barcelona 2006-08 Contemporary Arts Centre Rome, Italy – Ski-jump Innsbruck, Austria – Masterplan, Science Hub, Singapore – Phaeno Science Centre, Wolfsburg, Germany – Ferry Terminal, Salerno, Italy – Public Square & Cinema Complex, Barcelona, Spain – Central Plant Building for BMW, Leipzig, Germany – CMA CGM Headquarters – project, Marseilles, France (2005) Bridge structure, Abu Dhabi, UAE – Tramway landscaping, Strasbourg, France –

Z-Scape furniture: manufactured by Sawaya and Moroni 2001

Zaha Hadid Unbuilt Projects

Cardiff Opera House, Cardiff, Wales, UK The Peak, Kowloon, Hong Kong KMR, Art and Media Centre, Dusseldorf, Germany Malevich’s Tektonik, London, UK

Zaha Hadid Product Designs

LACOSTE footwear picture from ZHA

Genesy lamp for Artemide render by Zaha Hadid Architects

Zaha Hadid Exhibitions / Stagesets

Zaha Hadid Fluidity & Design Exhibition, Bahrain : 2009

Sonnabend Gallery, New York : 2008

Milan Furniture Fair, Italy : 2008

Dune Formations, Venice Art Biennale : 2007

Art Basel, Switzerland : 2007

Famously architect Zaha Hadid did one of her earliest building designs for The Peak architecture competition – see Hong Kong Buildings for The Peak building.

Zaha Hadid – Mind Zone, Millennium Dome, London photograph © Adrian Welch

Zaha Hadid Architects: London +44 (0)20 7253 5147

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Dame Zaha Hadid

Dame Zaha Hadid Architecture

Location: London, England, UK

Zaha Hadid Architects – First UK Building

Zaha Hadid Architects Studio 9, 10 Bowling Green Lane London EC1R 0BQ

Pritzker Prize architects Winner 2004

Maggie’s Fife, Kirkcaldy : Scottish Design Awards 2007 – Public Building Shortlist

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Rabat

March 25, 2019

Rabat is filled to much to see and experience - other than the obvious - government buildings.  Today begins the first full day of the regular tour after connecting with friends Kevin & Joan and Tom & Nora last night.  But while Kevin & Joan arrived a couple of days ago and have exploring Casa Blanca until last evening, Tom & Nora are still in the US fighting with Air France.  Frustration is high with Tom & Nora since Air France cancelled their flight from Detroit to Paris and have been anything but helpful as Tom and Nora make every effort to get themselves first to Paris, then Casa Blanca and then Rabat.  Luckily, Kevin & Joan arrived as expected, well-rested and on the right time zone.  It was great to see them. YAY!

I have been getting texts from Tom & Nora as they wrestle with airline bureaucracy that I have been passing on to Zouhair.  He has been in contact with Tom & Nora and people from OAT around the globe.  He is such a tender man that he is worried the a bad start will sour the trip for Tom and Nora, although I have assured him that while both of them are intolerant of incompetence, they will recover and be a much appreciated addition to the group.  

Despite the absence of Tom & Nora we had our welcome meeting - where Zouhair gave a update on Tom & Nora’s journey  :(  and then headed out.  It appears that Tom & Nora will arrive late this evening.  YAY!

We were busy every single minute exploring and discovering much of what Rabat had to offer. 

Today we visited Chellah, the Roman ruins and medieval fortified Muslim necropolis in the heart of the city. It was incredible.  Built in 200 BCE , it was forgotten after the Romans left a few hundred years later.  After the Muslim invasion these buildings were repurposed and one building became the first Moroccan Madrasa - a school for Islam education  - and a mosque.  Today it is a beautiful park owned by the King.

The place is being spruced up for a visit from Pope Francis.

Below Zouhair - dressed in his jellaba  - explains the significance of the pool.   His jellaba - FYI - is made of agava silk or thread made from the fiber of the agave plant.  Muslim men are forbidden to wear silkworm silk or gold - (more rules) so the fabric abides by the rules while being light weight and beautiful.  

But back to the pool...

The pool is spring fed and home to many eels and is believed to be a sacred pool that will solve any health problems one might have.  For example if your knee was aching you could swim in the pool and it would be healed.   But look at the eels.  Could you go for a swim?

I’m sorry to say that I COULD NOT and WOULD NOT swim there…..

Below you can see some of the detail of these structures that are more than 2000 years old.  Check out the floor.

Not all of the area is excavated.  Keep working.....

Look on top of the beautiful minaret and you see some very big nests.  These are the huge nests of storks.  Storks use their nests over and over again - just like eagles.  Every time they need it they just spruce it up so it gets bigger and bigger.  Storks are very big birds and they are EVERYWHERE.  (And not one stock was carrying a baby - what is up with THAT?!?!!)

We are loving the history and ancient architecture of Morocco.

As I mentioned Rabat has a LOT to see.  After we visited Chellah we visited what was going to be the largest mosque in the world  - but suddenly construction stopped.  The Caliphate  Abu Yusuf Yaqub al-Mansur, came up with this great idea and in 1195 construction began. The tower and the mosque were intended to be the largest mosque and minaret in the world. However when al-Mansur died suddenly in 1199, construction just stopped. Done.  Over.  Kuput!  The tower reached 140 ft, about half of its intended 260 ft height. The rest of the mosque was also left incomplete, with only the beginnings of several walls and 348 columns being constructed.  Can you image how big this was going to be!?!?!  

If you want to see it, you have to get past these guys - Royal Guards.

The minaret below was going to be the tallest one in the world - but  - nope!  It is indeed very beautiful and every side is completely different.  This minaret is lit at night and looks quiet beautiful and we can see if from our hotel.

The other thing we can see from our hotel is and not so easy on the eyes is the new giant performance hall.  It is not completed and is supposed to look like a cobra - but right now I’m thinking it is looking pretty ugly. 

But back to the mosque that didn’t happen....

Also on this site is the tomb of King Mohammed V - the grandfather of the current king.  Very beautiful.  Sadly we could not visit because some unknown head of state is visiting tomorrow and they are spiffing up.  (We found out later that it was the King of Jordan.) . But that didn’t stop Zouhair from trying to get us in any way.  :)

We also saw this man by the unfinished mosque - a water seller.  He has water in a goat skin bag and he will give you water in a little bowl.  Tradition is that you pay him by reaching into your pocket and taking out coins and give them to him WITHOUT looking at what you are giving.  It is a true gift - if you do so.  I like that idea.

We had a great lunch and then headed to the Kasbah of the Udayas.  A Kasbah is small walled city that is fortified.  This is strikingly beautiful and included a street musician playing Gnawa music.  (At least I think that is what it is called anyway.)

Pretty sweet!

Tom and Nora arrive tonight!!  YAY!

Stay tuned.

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Cycling journal: Tangier - Rabat

Hibernating all winter can seriously damage your productivity, and that’s what happen to me over the last few months in rainy and icy London. That’s why I felt a desperate need to escape the winter and do some cycling in Morocco getting just a little bit closer to Cape Town. I carried on right where I left of last year: Tangier, Morocco.

Tangier – Rabat day 1 Wednesday 8th of February

Today I left the hostel fairly late, let alone the fact that was I was already 5 days late I finally hit the road. My goal to reach Rabat in 3 days was more than reasonable. I would cycle for around 50k on the first day and do 200k on the following two. I have upgraded my old bike but I haven’t actually tested it until it was time to leave, so if anything goes wrong or doesn’t function properly I could end up getting stuck somewhere stranded with no help to find, but being lazy involves taking a lot of risks, this was one of them. It was a while since I carried that much weight behind me and I know that it takes getting used to it, so I didn’t dare to start cycling in Moroccan city madness. I pushed the bike away from all the chaos before I felt more comfortable to start cycling losing another half an hour of daylight that I already didn’t have much left of. The bike seemed to work fine and I actually have exceeded my expectations going way past Asilah where I originally intended to go on my first day. It was already dark when I found a good enough spot to camp. Its nice to sleep outdoor once again.

Day 2

I was woken up by someone outside my tent. I open the zipper to find some guy just circling my tent on a horse. I waved at him, he responded with a likewise gesture and strode away. Weird – I thought for a second but there was no time to waste since I had a long day ahead of me. I immediately noticed that there was something odd with the difficulty to move forward. I just recently installed a new dynamo hub that I wasn’t yet used to, so I simply assumed that that it was causing the problem. Once again, being lazy involves making a lot of decisions based on assumptions, that was one of them. The road that I was on since I left Tangier was taking a different direction so I had to take side roads that I wasn’t particularly thrilled about. For a second I tried to sneak on of them paid motorways that seemed to have enough space to cycle on the side but I was soon explained that it ain’t happening. Unknown side road it is! At least its by the ocean, but the ocean was nowhere near to be seen instead I was moving through the heart of what seemed to be endless slums. Everyone seemed to be friendly and were waving at me. Kids were very curious, they were coming out of every corner. Some of them were asking for money and to my annoyance they were easily outrunning me since I was moving so slow due to my “dynamo problem”. It was getting dark and I had no idea when the slum would end. Luckily I managed to find a little patch of woods that was sort of secluded and there weren’t that much rubbish lying around (unlike like every other peace of ground around you). I was so pleased with this discovery, no one could’ve seen me from the road and apart from the bunch of stray dogs wandering around no one really bothered me that night.

Once I stopped I realised that one of the brake pads was clamping my front wheel and making it harder to move all day long. I managed to do 100k that day, but with all the energy I have wasted I could’ve easily done twice as much.

Day 3

I was woken up by the rain drops hitting a top of my tent around 3am. I was so desperate to escape the rain back home without realising that it actually rains in other countries too. Man… how am I suppose to cycle now. I’m in the middle of this poverty-striving area and I’m certainly not staying here during the day, but at that time it was still tomorrow’s problem and the rain drops were really calming so I just fell asleep.

When I woke up at 9am it wasn’t raining anymore so I figured that its a good opportunity to find a better shelter at the Kenitra that was still 50k away.

It didn’t take much until it started pouring down again, I barely cycled for 5 minutes until I was forced to hide under some tree that wasn’t really protecting me from getting wet but it was better than nothing.

The same things happened three times until I decided that this is not working out so I’ll just gonna power through the rain all the way to Kenitra. By the time I reached the city I was soaking wet, the roads were flooded with rainwater so I couldn’t tell where any of the potholes were which caused me falling off several times.

I was happy to finally be there and was looking forward to finding a nice spot to get some food and drink loads of tea to get warm. I completely forgot that it was Friday, and Friday is the day when everyone goes to the mosque causing all the businesses to shut down. It was a challenge finding something and the rain was no help. I found some place but the tea wasn’t doing much, I was just that cold. I left the café feeling even more cold. I just wanted to get in my tent and change into something dry. Luckily i didn’t have to look far, some park just outside the city was more than perfect.

Day 4

I’m in luck, it’s not raining anymore, at least for a while. It looks like its gonna start pouring down any minute so I had to be fast. I’ve spent at least half an hour making some adjustments to my brakes.

Road to Rabat was nuts and despite seeing some local people cycling on it I wasn’t too keen on doing so all the way to the capital on that road. Once again I made an executive decision to take a side road that didn’t look promising but it wasn’t that long till Rabat anyway.

It wasn’t a good road and it slowed me down, but it was an interesting experience. At some point I was facing a long street with countless block buildings on each side. Some of them had windows, some of them didn’t . A dog or a random child would run across the road indicating that people do live here.

It started raining as I was approaching Rabat. By the time I reached the hostel I was once again soaked but it didn’t matter anyway, since I was just minutes away from taking a hot shower I was dreaming of for the last few days. Of the simple things…

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@cyclone-rachel

Fic for the idea I sent you

Ezekiel’s earliest memory is faded and worn with time. Heavy rain, cold air, warm hands, comforting words. He knows the context around it- the day his Pa found him and brought him home, dried him off, fed him fit to burst, but he was much too young to remember clearly. Too young to remember the first time he’d shed his feathers for him as well, but he knows eventually he did because he remembers meeting his Dad for the first time, all human-shaped and waiting with his Pa for him to return from prison.

When he’s old enough for school they sign up him under one of their many fake names, just in case. Not that it makes schooling any more fun. The classes bore him when they aren’t blatantly, offensively wrong and he gets in trouble constantly. There’s an invisible target on his back as well that his classmates love to aim for. Everything is fair game, from his grades to his race, his worn clothes to his run-down neighborhood, his attitudes to his fathers. When he’s not in trouble for mouthing off or not paying attention, he’s in trouble for fighting.

Going home to his parents, with their unconditional love and support, helps, but things aren’t’ always right there either. Sometimes they’re both at home, but more often than not one of them is doing business elsewhere, or is laying low where they won’t get him caught up in their trouble, or, in the worst times, is in prison again. Instead he finds peace on the wind, flying over the city and exploring it’s every nook and cranny from the more simple view of a bird. It’s the form he’s in when he first steals.

It’s not much at first, street food to make up for the lunches other, bigger kids ruin and he can’t bring himself to tell his parents about. Then he starts stealing other things, things he needs, then things he wants, then things he just finds interesting, or challenging. He takes a year to begin doing it in human shape, and is caught in less than two weeks.

Humans have a much harder time stealing things than birds. It’s not cute when they do it.

His parents are disappointed when the officer brings him home, and send him and his dinner to his room while they discuss his behavior. He wishes he could say that he heard them talking, but they’ve long learned how low to keep their voices to they don’t bleed through the thin walls. When they open his door, his Pa is holding a set of lockpicks and his Dad looks more serious than he’s ever seen him before. They tell him they can’t say not to commit crimes, that they won’t be hypocrites, but insist that if he’s going to be a criminal he’ll at least learn the business first.

The deal is struck- they’ll teach him all they know, but in exchange he needs to get through school, take advantage of the opportunity they never had. He agrees in a heartbeat.

It doesn’t make him feel better about the way people treat him, about the unfairness of the world, not really, but his lessons give him a sense of accomplishment he doesn’t get in his schoolwork, a sense of control. His fathers are both proud of him and how quickly he progresses, how he begins to outshine them. It’s not long before they’re letting him run jobs on his own, though he knows they hover outside his marks in case he needs their help. The safety net is nice while he’s young.

When Ezekiel is thirteen a strange letter comes in the mail with his name on it. The note inside starts blank, then fills itself in with golden letters inviting him to interview for a position in the New York Metropolitan Library. He shows it to his parents, especially since Dad is an ex-pat from New York, and as soon as they’ve read it the note goes in the bin. They’re both bristling, and it takes all of his Dad’s willpower not to light the lot on fire. His parents spend the rest of the day explaining the dangers in unsolicited job offers, especially ones trying to lure poor Asian children to come to America for work. Ezekiel puts the note out of his mind, keeps the warning. The next few nights are spent on one of his perches, safe as a bird.

He’s fifteen when he graduates secondary school, sixteen when he leaves home. Well on his way to mastering his craft, he wants to see the world. Stolen money and hocked goods pays his way from Melbourne to Manila, to Tokyo, to Seoul. There to Moscow, Budapest, Rome, Brussels. Paris, Madrid, Rabat, then all the way back up to Amsterdam for his first big art exhibition. It’s wonderful. The world is so big and varied, there’s so much food and beauty, and nowhere looks bad when he’s winging over it.

At eighteen he’s in London, shoplifting some crisps while he tries to decide whether to hit the Victoria and Albert Museum or Kensington Palace, and the local police suddenly are right on top of him. He’s already planning his escape as he sits in a small, isolated cell, and doesn’t expect the man in the fine suit to walk up and address him. Ezekiel plans to put on the charm, talk his way out, until another man steps up behind the first with a familiar bundle of feathers in his arms.

Another deal is struck- Ezekiel will work for them, and in return his cloak will be safe.

On his twentieth birthday Ezekiel flies out of the second most secure building in Great Britain, leaving nothing behind but an empty safe, blaring alarms, and all his duties in MI6.

He stops carrying his second skin with him, instead keeping it back in the heavy oak trunk that had been its home for as long as he’d lived in his parents’ house and making regular trips back to see them. He flies only in Australian skies, over the outback and the sea. Ezekiel’d paid for his parents to live a better life before, but now he doesn’t feel safe in it. They’ve moved out into the brush rather than stay in the city, changed to yet another name, and except nothing more than gifts of foreign foods. They want him to be safe as much as he wants it of them.

When he’s twenty-three, the Library comes calling again, this time in the form of Flynn Carson. It takes a while before Ezekiel finds out why the man so openly doesn’t like him- really, if they man hadn’t been so dense as to fall for his tricks in Cairo, he wouldn’t have been playing scapegoat for that museum robbery- but he follows him into the world of magic anyway. It’s new and different and exciting. His first time back in Britain, and oh does his skin crawl as he worries about agents popping out of every shrub and doorway, but he gets to steal from the Tower of London. He makes friends for the first time in his life. Alright, maybe not Flynn. Or Colonel Baird. Or Stone. And Jenkins he’s sure would rather throw him to a pack of wolves than look at him. But he and Cassandra get along. He likes her, feels comfortable around her, and he if there’s one thing about Flynn he likes it’s that he forgives her for betraying them as fast as Ezekiel does.

Months, years, pass and though Flynn runs off the rest of them continue on as a team. They grow closer, learn how to work together, how to maximize each other’s strengths. The world gets saved over and over, people are rescued, people are protected, magical items are released from those that would use them for evil. Minotaurs are set free, STEM fairs are saved, wars are stopped and bonds are formed. Stone falls in love, Flynn saves Baird’s life, Ezekiel helps Frankenstein’s monster find his place in the world.

One day, Ezekiel goes home, and when he comes back it’s with a familiar pile of feathers that he slips behind a bookcase in the Annex.

He can’t think of anywhere more safe.