Meet my parents Moulay Said and Elkamla, pictured here with my aunt in the early 1960s.

This portrait was taken in Morocco, a few years after my parents’ wedding. It represented the start of a new life together.

They were leaving the beautiful city of Fes for a new season of life in Casablanca.

Although they are both Moroccan, at that time, they were considered a “mixed” couple. My Mother was an Arab woman, my father was a Berber gentleman. This was not easy in Morocco or in France, where they eventually settled.

As a child, I was fascinated by the tattoos that many Berbers wore proudly on their hands and faces. I think the tattoos are like stories.

My father used to tell me, “Everyone has a story. Everyone becomes a story. Be a good story.” ~shared by @minabourbian