Memories from Damascus…

By Moulham, Syria In 2005, I was studying at the best private school in Damascus.  Al Saade School, which in English means “the happiness school”, and I thought I was happy, when my biggest dream was to run my father’s jewellery shop and study cinema at the Higher Institute for Dramatic Arts. As a result … Continue reading Memories from Damascus…

Becoming my Choice

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

Greenland

By Chibuike Burxymoore Emmanuel, Nigeria When popular Nigerian musician TY Bello sang the song ‘The Land is Green’ from her Greenland album, she was re-echoing an ideal birthed by Nigeria’s founding fathers. This ideal is captured so ebulliently on the Nigerian flag which is striped Green White Green. This greenness represents the rich and fertile soil-the … Continue reading Greenland

WE SHOULD ALL BE FEMINISTS! (How a Nigerian man was inspired by feminism)

By Abdulfawaz Oyebamiji Tunde, Nigeria As I sit behind my desk as Chief Editor at the World Peace Institute, a pen in one hand and 'Half of a yellow sun' in the other, my mind drifted off to the moment I actually got acquainted with the works of Chimamanda Ngozi Adichie. While in high school … Continue reading WE SHOULD ALL BE FEMINISTS! (How a Nigerian man was inspired by feminism)

Supreme Objective

Mushriq Al-Quraishi, Iraq In the middle of 2006, a civil war began in my hometown in Iraq. I was 18-years-old and in my final year of high school. My family moved to the Kurdistan Region and I was obliged to finish my final exam at my grandfather's house. It was really hard for me, I … Continue reading Supreme Objective

Mothers Strength

By Gift Mbewe, Zambia  It started just around my thigh area, my hamstrings were literally killing me. It felt as though I had been trying to flex my hamstrings for hours. I thought the pain would go away, but then it gradually started shifting towards my knees, into my calves and right down to my … Continue reading Mothers Strength

Tales of Imilchil

By Youba Darif, Morocco I am called Youba, a name given to me by my father, who was deeply in love with the Amazigh culture of North Africa. I Discovered the meaning of my name when his fingertips traced the papers of a history book that told the story of the great Amazighi King Youba. … Continue reading Tales of Imilchil