By Mahmoud, Palestine It was the end of January 2018, the time of year that people in the Middle East expect snow. Alone in my studio apartment in Bethlehem, I remembered images of family gatherings, wearing our warmest clothes, enjoying creatively prepared sweet warm dishes, gathering around a wood stove. We took the warmth from … Continue reading Mirror
By Osama. A Chapter 1, My Family: The pain just started 1948. This is the year when my family was first displaced from our homeland in Beer Sheva. It happened during the war, our house and farm were looted in cold blood. My grandfather passed away 10 years ago. He always told me … Continue reading A Palestinian refugee, between the hammer of pain and the anvil of hope Chapter I/VI, My Family: The pain just started
By Dean, Israel It’s late at night and I had been up since 5 am. We’re somewhere in Jordan, a horizon of sand hidden in the darkness. Someone had mentioned sitting outside by the firepit. Strangers, mostly. I’m not sure where the firepit is. I’m not sure anyone is going to want to talk with … Continue reading Do You Know What?
by Tamar Shemesh, Israel "We need to separate between two things. There are policies and actions of my government that I don't agree with. On the other hand, Israel my home, and I love my home". Achinoam Nini. NOA, Achinoam Nini, is an International well-known vocalist and musician, Israeli peace activist and my example of … Continue reading My Ambassador of PEACE
How does life look outside of Gaza?! by Husam, Gaza, Palestine I have always asked myself what a young man in his twenties - exactly like me - is doing in another part of the world? How will I get through my twenties without having tried great experiences? I haven't tried to jump from a … Continue reading Gaza from the Inside Out
By Hadeel, Palestine Being traded and treated as a slave is the worst humiliation one can imagine, and the slave trade is one of the most heinous crimes the world is still trying to eradicate. Every human is bestowed with humanity from the moment of their birth. But it is in the human nature of … Continue reading International Day of Remembrance of the Slave Trade and its Abolition
It was February, the first day of my third year at university. I was heading to the bus stop when I saw people singing and protesting on the street. They carried big boards which had written on them, "They must go! We are tired of them!" I was confused. I had no idea what was … Continue reading The Painting of a Foreigner by Mummy, South Africa