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

Childhood Guilt

by Orit Ramot, Israel I grew up in a small village in Israel, or as we called it a Moshav. A place where everyone knows everyone. On one hand it was great because we all felt very safe, like living in a bubble. But on the other hand, in such small places anyone who is … Continue reading Childhood Guilt

Riding the Donkey Backwards by Asil Ibrahim-Khalil, Palestine

It was a hot, sunny July day in Phoenix, Arizona. It was amazing seeing the long green cacti on my way to visit ASU, Arizona State University, with a group of eight Birzeit University students. I remember wearing light blue jeans, a beige top, a scarf and, of course, my light sneakers. We were excited … Continue reading Riding the Donkey Backwards by Asil Ibrahim-Khalil, Palestine

The Last Boy by Arik Sharga, Israel

I loved my grandpa. He didn't talk much, but when he did, he was honest and precise. He was as reliable as a human being can be. When I was 5, my parents divorced, and grandpa was like a father for me. In his youth, he survived the siege of Leningrad during World War II, … Continue reading The Last Boy by Arik Sharga, Israel

My Brother’s Keeper by Liora V., Israel

Love is never easy. Love is always complicated. And it is always the ones we love the most who will hurt us the deepest. I don’t know why that is. I just know that a few times in my life I have played with fire and lost big time, or gravely burnt my hands, at … Continue reading My Brother’s Keeper by Liora V., Israel

Jordanian Gold by Ibrahem Khatib, Israel\Palestine (Photo-essay)

This was the first time I planned a proper surprise for someone I love and admire. Her name is Hila, and she is an amazing young woman. We traveled by plane from Tel-Aviv to Eilat, crossed the border to Jordan. At the Jordanian side, we met Yousuf, a handsome young man at the age of … Continue reading Jordanian Gold by Ibrahem Khatib, Israel\Palestine (Photo-essay)

Chad by Meriem, Algeria (photo-essay)

Recently, I was lucky enough to be a part of the International Slam Festival in Tchad called N'Djam "s'enflamme en Slam'. It was a very unique experience in which I discovered the REAL AFRICA! I am also African, and the clichés about Africa being a poor, 3rd world country was not apparent to me in … Continue reading Chad by Meriem, Algeria (photo-essay)