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

A Greater Journey by Christina W., Israel

It was a long, hot day, very typical for southern India at this time of year. By the time the sun rose over the palm trees and the pink roofs of the Ashram, hundreds of people were already roaming the small dusty roads on their way to breakfast, coming together for the morning chant and … Continue reading A Greater Journey by Christina W., Israel

The Box by Khaled K, Syria

Five years ago, I was living in a box. Not literally a box, but an extremely small room. When I lived inside this box, I lived like an animal in a cage. My life was controlled by other people. There were eighty people in this small box, all so close together that we were almost one. … Continue reading The Box by Khaled K, Syria

A Path to Grow, by Abd-Allah T., Gaza, Palestine

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