I understand how closed communities feel about their beliefs. I understand how in these communities, the narrative can be easily set by the people at the top, because interaction with the different sides of the argument is minimal. I understand how someone can be attached to their beliefs as a result of being nurtured in … Continue reading A Path to Grow, by Abd-Allah T., Gaza, Palestine
I was born and raised in a quiet little town by the sea, far from borders and conflict and also far from cultural diversity. Other than a short exchange program in Germany during high school, I never actually met anyone who wasn’t Jewish. I knew nothing else. Though I was supposedly privileged, I felt deprived … Continue reading My First Christmas by Tamar Schechtman, Israel
These are a few of my favorite pictures of Carthage. These places mean a lot to me as I was born and raised in these streets and they occupy a huge part both in my memory and heart. During this school year I had to move away and I would always find myself going back … Continue reading The streets of Carthage by Ines Cherni – Tunisia [Photo]
I may not have broken that physical brick before the festival of liberation that year. But since then, I've been fighting painful invisible limits in a seemingly endless battle for my freedom.
It was at lunchtime on January 2016 and it was on the first day of our 2 and half months of our pediatric training course for medical school. We had just finished class when my friend Haider and I decided to walk through the yard of the hospital to familiarize ourselves with our new environment. … Continue reading Saving a Life by Ahmed Barben, Iraq