A memory of Ethiopia
She stood at the entrance of the garden. She was tall, very slim, her skin of dark amber. She delicately wrapped her long cloth around her, the sound of chimes giving away the presence of a few silver bangles. She…
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She stood at the entrance of the garden. She was tall, very slim, her skin of dark amber. She delicately wrapped her long cloth around her, the sound of chimes giving away the presence of a few silver bangles. She…
I do not know if any of you share my feelings, but I find no serenity when I read about issues related to the Muslim world. Aside from some poetry, most of the ideas and arguments presented seem to stir…
She managed to escape in the very early morning. She walked the 50 kilometres that separated the house she had been living in for the past seven years and her parents’ home. When she arrived, she saw her brothers and…
She shivers as more noise assails her, like blood splattering on a dirty wall. Moans and the sharp hiss of bullets. A large tank shakes the fragile walls. Did you know that the birds have stopped singing? In fact, most…
Yes. Talk to them. But before, please, read about them, inform yourself through different media outlets and primary sources. Then talk. Talk about history Explain. Go in depth, depending on the questions and the age of your children, or…
Why should I hurt? Why? When I treat even stones with kindness. I do not want to cover my ears nor cry tears of sadness. I do not want to dive into my thoughts nor speak words of harm. I…
Her name is Jamila. It means beautiful in Arabic. She liked to walk along the boardwalk overlooking the sea. It had been her birthday on that day, three years ago. She was turning 17 years old, and Ibrahim had promised…
She yearned for tenderness. The delicate touch of the skin. The gentle holding of hands. The light weight of another leaning against her. The generous sharing of space and smile and breath. She was the oldest of six children. She…
It may seem odd to some of you that words from Mexico may be relevant to this publication; and yet, they are. I am a Mexican national, originally from Morocco. I have worked in many war torn places across the…
Like Farrokhzad I ask you to bring a lamp and a window when you come. Please do not forget them. I am here sitting in the dark repeating the same thoughts in my head over and over again….
It is 2017, but it might as well be 1827 or the VIIth century BCE for that matter. Visions of the Middle East and Muslims in general have changed little… We are still the battling hordes, using women as slaves…
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