On September 19 2017, I came to a realisation that my faith and spirituality should not be something I would like strangers to identify me with, and consequently I took off my Hijab. Questioning my Identification with the headscarf was something I have never thought about before. Actuality, it’s something that terrified me altogether because … Continue reading Becoming my Choice
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 Timi Aluko, Nigeria Lying on my bed with my eyes glued to my phone screen, I was scrolling through the pages of my Instagram feed. From slaying mamas to small businesses to black Americans screaming cultural appropriation. A particular post caught my eye, cultural appropriation of the Ankara fabric. I read the details of … Continue reading AUTHENTICITY OF AFRICAN CULTURE AND ITS INFLUENCE ON CULTURE APPROPRIATION.
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?
By Riahi Since my childhood, peace and war were the main topics talked about in my school, my family gatherings, on TV, on the radio, my Facebook newsfeed, and more. When people talk about war, I knew what I can imagine: conflicts, bombs, fire, death, corps, guns, hate, and tears. But peace! Oh dear, what's … Continue reading I’m tolerant, however…