#featured
There are sounds that shape us before we understand them. They echo through our souls, without us realizing it, without us controlling it. The Zaghrouta is one of them. But for all the right reasons. Whether I realized it, or just refused to admit it, a Zaghrouta was never just a sound. There was always something captivating about it. The high-pitched, synchronized sound patterns born from women’s tongues dancing lightly in their mouths, that vibrate through generations and generations, and…
