October, the finest light of the year

In September, Dar Ahlam moves to the slow, generous rhythm of the date harvest. In the morning cool, you join the farmers of the palm grove, guided by their age-old movements and endless patience. By hand, with great agility, they climb the palm trees to gather the ripe bunches, heavy with sunshine. Witnessing this harvest means stepping into the intimacy of a skill passed down through ...

The sun had barely risen when I left Dar Ahlam, accompanied by Hanan, Dar Ahlam’s storyteller. It is also possible to explore the Skoura palm grove by bike or tricycle, but that morning I chose to walk, to feel, to listen, to breathe. The air was cool, the light still golden. Hanan walked just ahead of me, a calm presence, a gentle voice.  The palm grove unfolded slowly, ...

After five hours on the road from Dar Ahlam, the scenery shifts. The track gradually fades, swallowed by the ochre immensity of the desert. The wind lifts grains of sand like golden mist. And suddenly, in the hollow of the Iriki lake dunes, the camp appears. Just for us. The silence is total, almost sacred. The sun sinks slowly, stretching the shadows, setting the horizon ablaze. A ...