You Can Still Be Yourself by Khadija Amahal, Morocco

When I was a kid, my mother used to advise me not to talk to strangers. She would tell me stories of kids who were kidnapped or poisoned once they welcomed a friendly talk by someone they encountered in the street. That’s why I would walk on my way to school all alone head to … Continue reading You Can Still Be Yourself by Khadija Amahal, Morocco

WHEN THE CITY IS SO COLORFUL AND THE STATE SO DARK by Ayala Berger, Israel

Three days ago Pride Parade was held once again in Tel Aviv. The most exciting holiday of the year, manifesting in a month, a week, a day. So much preparation, so much talk, the excitement is felt in the air in the city of eternal freedom. The city is painted in pride colors, the colors … Continue reading WHEN THE CITY IS SO COLORFUL AND THE STATE SO DARK by Ayala Berger, Israel

A Path to Grow, by Abd-Allah T., Gaza, Palestine

I understand how closed communities feel about their beliefs. I understand how in these communities, the narrative can be easily set by the people at the top, because interaction with the different sides of the argument is minimal. I understand how someone can be attached to their beliefs as a result of being nurtured in … Continue reading A Path to Grow, by Abd-Allah T., Gaza, Palestine

It is Time that the World Hears Our Voice by Nasim Al Huribat, Palestine

I had an exam for one of the major chemistry subjects, the exam was at nine in the morning. I had missed this lecture three times because of the roads and the barriers during the second intifada. So I decided to leave the house at 6am to get the exam. After hours of traveling through … Continue reading It is Time that the World Hears Our Voice by Nasim Al Huribat, Palestine

Winter Letters by Marina Klimchuk, Israel

“It scares me to know that so many people will know my secret, my story. I have hardly shared it with anyone in the world." Misha loves to speak fast, in medical language, packed with technical terms and hard to understand. To a close observer, it may seem that using complicated words is his way … Continue reading Winter Letters by Marina Klimchuk, Israel