By Eman Farfar, Libya Wherever you go in the capital of Libya, you will find the piles of trash. wherever you turn your eyes, you will see amass of rubbish. The streets become ugly and more miserable. Cans, plastic papers, papers, coffee cups, bottles of water, and many other toxic materials. People start being … Continue reading The Trash Crisis in Tripoli-Libya
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Desert Women
By Hasna, Morocco. These photos might seem dull, yellow, and liveless; and that is not what they truly represent. I took these pictures during my recent visit to the village where I grew up. But abundance flourishes from those muddy and washed out land. Those ruins were once a place of happiness and hot barley … Continue reading Desert Women
Gaza from the Inside Out
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
Riding the Donkey Backwards by Asil Ibrahim-Khalil, Palestine
It was a hot, sunny July day in Phoenix, Arizona. It was amazing seeing the long green cacti on my way to visit ASU, Arizona State University, with a group of eight Birzeit University students. I remember wearing light blue jeans, a beige top, a scarf and, of course, my light sneakers. We were excited … Continue reading Riding the Donkey Backwards by Asil Ibrahim-Khalil, Palestine
Stopping the Cycle
Since I was very young, I have always had so many questions. I always wondered, “Why there are hungry people in this world even though we have enough food to feed everyone? Why do people die from curable diseases just because they can’t pay for medical care? Why is there war even when most people … Continue reading Stopping the Cycle
My Brother’s Keeper by Liora V., Israel
Love is never easy. Love is always complicated. And it is always the ones we love the most who will hurt us the deepest. I don’t know why that is. I just know that a few times in my life I have played with fire and lost big time, or gravely burnt my hands, at … Continue reading My Brother’s Keeper by Liora V., Israel
A Path to Grow, by Abd-Allah T., Gaza, Palestine
I understand how closed communities feel about their beliefs. I understand how in these communities, the narrative can be easily set by the people at the top because interaction with the different sides of the argument is minimal. I understand how someone can be attached to their beliefs as a result of being nurtured in … Continue reading A Path to Grow, by Abd-Allah T., Gaza, Palestine
