By Yousra, Morocco When we are born, we enter the world as a tabula rasa: nothing is written on us. We have only a future, no past. That is the meaning of innocence. We lose our childlike innocence as time passes, as we grow up and experience the world. I, as a child, was purely … Continue reading Childlike Heart
I remember the summer of 2001, Me and my younger brothers and sisters were very happy to move to the new house in Sanaa city , but we were also sad to see our father who would never go back to the country where he worked and where he was from. Hours before my father … Continue reading Declare your Love by Naji Al Khaldi – Yemen
What's in a name? Well actually, a lot of things. Your culture, your family’s history, your parents’ secrets. You are born with a label that defines you. A few letters bunched together that represent something more complex than just a definition - they represent you, a living, breathing human being. I personally have had a … Continue reading What’s in a name? by Hen Gur-Harye, Israel
ALGERIA — My story began when I was around five years old. I had two sisters and one brother much older than me, and much busier than me. My parents worked a lot, especially my mother, and I respected her a lot...
MOROCCO — On one Sunday morning, my father left very early to play his sport. My mother left the house too because she was enrolled in a training program. On her way, she used to take my little brother, who was then 9 years old, to a Sunday school. I woke up to my sister’s loud voice asking me what I was cooking and forgot in the oven. I was very shocked because I thought my sister was the one cooking in the kitchen and burnt what she was cooking. The smell was very bad...
It all started where I lived: in Syria. Our neighborhood people were more traditional than those in other areas, so if you are a girl, you aren’t supposed to go out a lot or let strange men see you. I was a very rare case. You could see me at 10 years old, waiting for … Continue reading In a men’s world by Haya Abimelech, Syria
These pictures were taken on a Sunday morning in a public open space in Tunis, the capital of Tunisia, where kids can play and enjoy nature freely. Now these might seem like pictures of ordinary kids, but they're not! If you live in Tunisia, you will notice the stressful situation they live in. First, these kids … Continue reading Childhood in Tunis, by Balkis, Tunisia – photo essay –