The way history was taught in Libya when I was young wasn't interesting, but I was very interested in history, especially Libyan history. It wasn’t easy to learn more since the former regime managed to erase any trace regarding Libya before 1969. My first visit to the National Museum of Tripoli was the time I … Continue reading 6 THINGS YOU DIDN’T KNOW ABOUT HOUN, THE GEM OF THE LIBYAN SOUTHWEST
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.
After the blockade, we survived, but the suffering did not end yet. We did not have a school in my camp, we used to walk for twenty minutes to the UN school at a neighbouring refugee camp. Today, 15th May 2019, I am writing my story and recovering memories with my mother. I ask, “Mom, why … Continue reading Recovering Memories
Two years later, in 2002, the IDF invaded Nablus under the mission, Operation Defensive Shield. For one month, my camp was under blockade with a curfew imposed, which meant we no longer had access to the food and water that we used to receive from the United Nations. One memory will never leave my mind. How could I ever … Continue reading Chapter III, Tormented nights
I want to define myself as a refugee before defining myself as a Palestinian. Having a UN recognized refugee status has given me a first-hand and a unique perspective on the conflict. This unique identity has placed me, particularly in my childhood yet throughout my life, at the centre of the conflict, and a witness … Continue reading Chapter II – My Childhood, The pain remains