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
I was only 6 years old when this happened, and it was the meanest thing I have ever done to a person. I carry its impact with me everyday, and sometimes I wonder if the other person still remembers my face and the hurting I caused. Sometimes, I wish she forgets all about me because … Continue reading A Childhood Lesson, a Lesson for Life by Rania Bennaceur, Tunisia
It is still hard for me to put what I felt into words. It was the 29th of November, 2010. That day was dull and obscure. No life, no oxygen, and no heartbeats were felt. I was flying from New York to Birmingham, where I lived. I was alone with scattered thoughts. I was away, … Continue reading An Inner Journey Facing Mortality by Emel Behlouli, Tunisia
"Our children are the rock on which our future will be built, our greatest asset as a nation. They will be the leaders of our country, the creators of our national wealth, those who care for and protect our people." ~Nelson Mandela~ Let me take you back to one of my earliest memories as a … Continue reading Wooden Blocks by Shany, Israel
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...