Dear friends,

It was 19 years ago today that it happened. A squeal of the wheels, a twist of the tires and then a face -- my own -- suddenly gone.

And so it is today that I remember. I remember My Year of Living Ugly. This day always seems to come as a reminder just when I need it.

Here's wishing you a weekend of reflection. I know I'll be having my own.

With love from Marrakesh,

Maryam

PS I'm in this month's issue of Glam, included in a piece on ethnic dressing. Many thanks to writer, Deepti Chadalavada:-)