This documentary by Ahmed EL Maanouni consists of footage of concerts, interviews and the final performances by the music group Nass El Ghiwane, which shot to fame when Scorcese discovered them as “the Rolling Stones of North Africa.” Nass El Ghiwane emerged from the poor outskirts of Casablanca, fusing elements of traditional Moroccan music such as Sufi chants, mystic Berber rhythms and dances of the gnawa, to create their own sound.

From the series Fez Ciudad Interior. Silences and wind in the olive trees, contemplation, labyrinths and dreams. Abdelfettah Seffar, a craftsman who lived in London for years and decided to return, talks about Fez, a veiled city, and reflects of the West and its conflicts.

A man who is not there. A woman who receives his letters. She reads them to us, but remains out of sight. The man who sends the letters describes his journey. In the end, he stops writing. Has the journey, then, ended'

We follow the director's camera into the kitchens and living rooms of a community of Moroccan women. inside the walls of their apartment in Casablanca's old Medina, the women cook, clean, take care of their families and help each other. With their hands in the dough, in the soap whilst washing the laundry, doing the house chores, in the market or at the hammam, between laughter and tears ("We are housewives, that's all. ... Our sport? House cleaning!"). These courageous women, proud of their role, talk about their miserable lives with a great sense of awareness, but without self-pity. They show a surprising vitality, curiosity for life and solidarity. These house-proud housewives may not all know how to read, but they know exactly what would improve their lives: equal rights for women and men, more money, and a better future for their children so they wouldn't have to emigrate to support the family. A sense of hope and the possibility of change radiate out of the everyday lives of these heroines ("batalett").

During the third Rif war, from 1923 and 1927, the Spanish army used massive quantities of mustard gas against civilians, thus making Spain one of the first world nations to use chemical weapons on a civilian population. Eighty years later, a young man from the Rif living in Madrid embarks on a race against the clock to safeguard the memories of the last remaining witnesses of that war. The Spanish government has never acknowledged its crimes. And the victims, now elderly, threaten to die without ever having spoken out about those years of suffocation and death.

Al Barzaj [Between the worlds] is a poem about the halfway world, between the visible and the invisible, sleep and wakefulness... An inner journey through underground streets, secret gardens.