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

A New Beginning

By Ahmed, Sudan My name is Ahmed, I was born into a Muslim family originally from Sudan. I was born and raised in Saudi Arabia then moved to Sudan for University. I studied medicine and currently work as a doctor, and I have remained in Sudan ever since.  In Saudi Arabia, people born to Non-Saudi … Continue reading A New Beginning

Keep Moving Forward

By Soheyb, Algeria A year ago I was eating lunch with my best friend. We were sitting at one of those cheap local restaurants because we didn't have the time or money to go somewhere fancy. At the time we were applying for the same scholarship, which is given to those who demonstrate leadership ability. … Continue reading Keep Moving Forward

Mahtab

By Inbal, Israel Last summer I started working at an NGO in Athens, Greece, and after two weeks of living by myself in an apartment assigned by the organization, I had to move into another apartment. In the new apartment, I had a roommate who had just quit our NGO and was waiting to start … Continue reading Mahtab

A Whore by Maryem Gamar, Morocco

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

Childlike Heart

 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