Casablanca — It happened yesterday. I was driving back home and stopped at a red light. The man in the car next to me rolls down his window and starts talking to me. Naively, I think I must have forgotten to turn my car lights on. I check. They are on. I think to myself, “Is something else wrong with the car?”

Ghita is a Moroccan native and a graduate of Boston University’s Film and Television program.