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 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?
You asked for news. Well, I’ve got news. My flight got delayed for 30 minutes because of the storm in Jordan, I arrived in Vienna 15 minutes before the 2nd flight to Paris, I used my headphones to listen to the music of Mission Impossible in order to feel that if Tom Cruise can do … Continue reading A letter to a friend I met somewhere near the Holy land
by Zo Flamenbaum, Israel As I sipped a glass of sweet Turkish tea on the open aired rooftop of the hostel, I raged inside. The city sparkled before me as my two friends went to sleep, and I immediately let loose in my journal, my pen transmitting the anger boiling up within me. It was … Continue reading Tequilas and Kindness
by Moe Azraq, Jordan On a beautiful spring evening in Haifa, I was sitting outside and reading a book at a cafe called Elika while waiting for my friend Daphy to come pick me up to go to a Seder (Passover dinner) at her aunt’s house in Nahariya, when a group of “48 Palestinian” men … Continue reading Unlikely Encounters
By Soheyb, Algeria A year ago I was eating lunch with my best friend. We were sitting at one of those cheap local restaurants because we didn't have the time or money to go somewhere fancy. At the time we were applying for the same scholarship, which is given to those who demonstrate leadership ability. … Continue reading Keep Moving Forward
By Inbal, Israel Last summer I started working at an NGO in Athens, Greece, and after two weeks of living by myself in an apartment assigned by the organization, I had to move into another apartment. In the new apartment, I had a roommate who had just quit our NGO and was waiting to start … Continue reading Mahtab