A dream is a merciful thing
Remembering Mohammad Malas’s 1987 documentary, Al-Manam (‘The Dream’)
When I got to work I found time to call my mother to ask about little Mirna
She said she was okay, like always, but I think she lies sometimes so I can focus in my job.
From the River to the Sea
The pretense that “from the river to the sea” refers to something that didn’t happen rather than something that did debases all of us.
Outside of the taxi I saw the flaming of bombs going down
There were very loud sounds that you could not ignore.
Sometimes I think I feel the spirit of Eid on social media more than in real life—especially this year.
Markets, restaurants and other public places are not as crowded as they used to be.
My transition from the sunny Mediterranean to the endless gray of the Paris skies evoked numerous maladies.
The rite de passage to French society has taken a physical toll.
Even at dawn, I knew the electricity would still be off and there’d be no source of ventilation, but there’s something about daylight which relieves me.
It makes me feel like I’ve gotten rid of a midnight monster.
I’m not sure people on the outside realize how monotonous life in Gaza is.
There are very few forms of entertainment—no theaters or playhouses like I read about in other countries—and those that exist are not affordable.
That day Israeli government decided to not open the borders between their country and Gaza anymore
An accountant and young father living in Gaza takes you through his day.