From Seoul to Fez: Setwefi’s Night as a Moroccan Princess
- Elghali Guessous
- Feb 15
- 2 min read
So you’ve arrived in Morocco. You have settled yourself into the comfort of a new culture, new faces, and a new destination.
There is that familiar feeling of a journey. It is a mix of fear, excitement, and curiosity. Coming all the way from South Korea, Setwefi booked her flight to Fez with a head full of plans. She told herself she would do this and that.
But would she?
It is probably what Setwefi thought. She wondered what was so special about Moroccan culture. She wanted to know where she could feel it and live it all out as a local. She wanted to create the best memories in this country.
The Secret Invitation
A little birdie told Setwefi that there was something in Morocco that could meet her high expectations. Little did she know she was about to see love celebrated and live it like a royal for a night.
She was swept away by the idea of a Moroccan wedding. The thrill of hearing that it was happening that very day and getting ready for it took over. She just rode the wave of excitement.
Trading Normalcy for Royalty
She traded her everyday clothes for the glittering glam of a Moroccan Kaftan. She stood in an old courtyard where love feels like a Shakespearian fantasy and fancied herself a princess.
She dressed in a splendid robe of bewitching light blue and golden yellow. The royal garments were arranged on her like a map of stars glowing in an elegant sky.
A World of Rhythm and Joy
For a few hours, Setwefi stepped into a world where smiles were everywhere. She snapped photos of the attendees and captured the pure joy on their faces. She felt the thrill in every dance.
She witnessed the music that beats with culture and the lively colors of the dresses. She saw the golden rays of the Amariya and the bride with her bridesmaids. It was a joy she had never witnessed before.
More Than Just a Guest
She felt more than just welcomed. She felt like she was part of everything. She was not just a passing stranger but an honored guest.
She tasted and savored the Moroccan gastronomy, but she found herself drawn even more to the music and the unique movements of the dance. The sheer happiness filled the room with a constant, unending joy.
She wondered if she would ever want this to end. She didn't want to stop living love adorned in such beauty.
Surrounded by such grace and hospitality, Setwefi asked herself if this kind of joy would ever find her.
And little did she know, it indeed found her. She was there living it as a DayfLove.
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