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.
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.
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.
An accountant and young father living in Gaza takes you through his day.
Eating in Bethlehem, Beit Sahour, and Beit Jala.
The World Cup in Evening