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 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 Youba Darif, Morocco I am called Youba, a name given to me by my father, who was deeply in love with the Amazigh culture of North Africa. I Discovered the meaning of my name when his fingertips traced the papers of a history book that told the story of the great Amazighi King Youba. … Continue reading Tales of Imilchil
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”