A Whore. That is how they called her and any other women in Arab-Speaking countries. Women are called this if they dare to barge out of the social traditions that make their body a barn from which animals of this misogynistic species feed. Their freedom increases or decreases according to the politics of the country, … Continue reading A Whore by Maryem Gamar, Morocco
By Sara HADDOU AMAR, PhD As part of the National Strategy for Sustainable Development, and Morocco's efforts to reduce its environmental footprint by 2030, the Moroccan government is seeking to increase the percentage of hybrid or electric cars in the country. The plan is to gradually change its car arsenal by 30% in 2021, replacing old … Continue reading Towards a new environmental strategy: Morocco’s National plan to increase the use of eco-cars by 2021
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
By Rawan, Libya It was a cool summer day, unlike other summer days with no electricity, breeze or anything special. This day was the opposite, as it had all of these things, especially something special. My brother, Anis, had just opened the garage of our house to introduce a new friend, my first car! It took … Continue reading Drive!
Youba Darif, Morocco Buildings also can speak and tell people's stories, history, lifestyle, visions, struggles, hopes, and aspirations. During my recent travels in my country, Morocco, I discovered the essence of my magnificent culture and civilization by looking at the small details in buildings which witness a tremendous history. Each building in the following … Continue reading Buildings
It was February, the first day of my third year at university. I was heading to the bus stop when I saw people singing and protesting on the street. They carried big boards which had written on them, "They must go! We are tired of them!" I was confused. I had no idea what was … Continue reading The Painting of a Foreigner by Mummy, South Africa
It was noon and I was leaving the hospital after our morning rounds to head towards a meeting I was really excited about at the Norwegian embassy. I walked out and took the first cab I found, I was too excited and nervous to notice that the driver already had 2 clients in the back … Continue reading Your only responsability is to speak up! By Oumaima, Morocco