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he following is an account of my journey to Tangier last summer, where I aimed to find my grandmother's unmarked gravesite and erect a tombstone for her. She had travelled there with terminal diabetes, and died before I was born. No family member had attended her funeral, and no one had visited her grave since. I had been in Morocco for a 6 week language program at the Arabic Language Institute of Fez, and I embarked on my spiritual mission 3 days before leaving the country.