Tales of Imilchil

By Youba Darif, Morocco I am called Youba, a name given to me by my father, who was deeply in love with the Amazigh culture of North Africa. I Discovered the meaning of my name when his fingertips traced the papers of a history book that told the story of the great Amazighi King Youba. … Continue reading Tales of Imilchil

Father, My Life’s Hero You will Forever Be

  By Safa,  Tunisia I knew he was dying, but I couldn't accept it. We had been in the hospital for weeks and had fallen into the routine, waiting, watching, and remembering the laughter, the sadness, and the silence. Then we took him home, as the doctors couldn't help him anymore. I realized then that … Continue reading Father, My Life’s Hero You will Forever Be

When Sky Rains Solidarity by Celia Ait Ouali, Algeria

I was 6 years old. It was my first year at school, and I remember it like it was yesterday. It was Saturday, November 10th, 2001, a rainy day in Algeria, especially in Algiers where I was living at the time. That morning, I was in my bed, and I opened my eyes. The room … Continue reading When Sky Rains Solidarity by Celia Ait Ouali, Algeria

A Whore by Maryem Gamar, Morocco

A Whore. That is how they called her and any other women in Arab-Speaking countries. Women are called this if they dare to barge out of the social traditions that make their body a barn from which animals of this misogynistic species feed. Their freedom increases or decreases according to the politics of the country, … Continue reading A Whore by Maryem Gamar, Morocco

Traditional Tunis

 By Imen, Tunisia I took these photos in the lovely Medina of Tunis, my favorite place in the city.     In these photos, you can see a young Tunisian guy who is working hard at a traditional job, which he inherited from his father. He's doing it with love and passion, and he was … Continue reading Traditional Tunis