“We Neighbors, We Are Friends”

By Adina Arbel I had just arrived to Amman, Jordan, and my boss sent me off on a mission. Catch a taxi to the hotel she had stayed in and pick up 10,000 USD in cash from the hotel safe that she had forgotten. It was 2007, I was 20 years old, and I just … Continue reading “We Neighbors, We Are Friends”

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

Notre Dame De Sion by Clody, Israel

"This land is a land of peoples who each have their own memories. As a Christian who is part of a community with a living presence here of 140 years,  we too, have a memory as a community. A community of sisters who have served the Arab community who had lived here in this village, and … Continue reading Notre Dame De Sion by Clody, Israel

Childhood Guilt

by Orit Ramot, Israel I grew up in a small village in Israel, or as we called it a Moshav. A place where everyone knows everyone. On one hand it was great because we all felt very safe, like living in a bubble. But on the other hand, in such small places anyone who is … Continue reading Childhood Guilt

International Day of Remembrance of the Slave Trade and its Abolition

By Hadeel, Palestine Being traded and treated as a slave is the worst humiliation one can imagine, and the slave trade is one of the most heinous crimes the world is still trying to eradicate. Every human is bestowed with humanity from the moment of their birth. But it is in the human nature of … Continue reading International Day of Remembrance of the Slave Trade and its Abolition

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

The Painting of a Foreigner by Mummy, South Africa

It was February, the first day of my third year at university. I was heading to the bus stop when I saw people singing and protesting on the street. They carried big boards which had written on them, "They must go! We are tired of them!" I was confused. I had no idea what was … Continue reading The Painting of a Foreigner by Mummy, South Africa