Le 29 mai la "6ème Commémoration annuelle de la Déclaration pour la Paix Mondiale et de la Marche pour la Paix" s'est déroulée à l'école LAFIA de Bamako. Cet événement annuel, organisé pour la première fois au Mali par le Groupe International de la Jeunesse pour la Paix (IPYG), en partenariat avec Peace One Day … Continue reading 300 jeunes ont marché pour la paix au Mali
By Ala Oueslati I still get lost in New York. I will probably still always get lost in New York. Because it is a gigantic city, but also because I have a terrible sense of direction that even my phone GPS can’t rectify. This city is a magical place. With a great deal of diversity, … Continue reading All the Undisclosed Stories of the City
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 Lior Vered, Israel. My grandfather died a few days after I was born. He was in the hospital for a minor illness and was supposed to be released in a few days. The doctors said it would be ill-advised to bring a newborn to the disease-filled hospital. So, I have never met my grandfather, … Continue reading A Secret History
By Oumeima, Tunisia. The issue of women’s rights has always been central to the legal discussion in Tunisia, hence, consistent reforms to family law have been carried out since the 1950s. Guaranteeing basic human rights in family laws means ensuring the protection of women’s rights and by large good family practices. Although since its independence … Continue reading I am Here for my Daughter – equality in inheritance for Tunisian women
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?