The Journey of Identity by Aziza Douma, Tunisia

It was 1972 in South Tunisia, in a little village called Old Zraoua. I woke up at 5AM to the sounds of the rooster, like any normal day. It was dawn, and I could still see the stars shining in the sky as the sun rises in the horizon. The temperature would rise very quickly … Continue reading The Journey of Identity by Aziza Douma, Tunisia