No to Terrorism, Yes to Human Rights by Yamna Ayadi, Tunisia

charlie-hebdo-musulman-notinmyname_5183949Terrorism is an awful crime that can never be excused or justified. It poses a major threat to human rights, beginning with the most fundamental of rights – the right to life. Thousands of innocent souls have lost their lives. Terrorism, with its destructive power, has led to  growing mistrust, fear, and a significant new threat to international peace and security. It threatens relationships between nations and people. What effect does it have on young Muslims trying to find their way in society? I wonder: “Why are Muslims so often stereotyped as terrorists? When a person stereotypes someone or a group, is it discrimination? Does it lead to acts of violence against Muslims?” Labeling a person just because that individual comes from another religion is completely racist and unfair. Even if the terrorists are muslims, they should not be labeled as “Islamic terrorists”. In the same way, it would not be called “Jewish terrorism” if they were Jews or “Christian terrorism” if they were Christians. Newspaper headlines regularly print the words “Islam” and “Muslim” next to words like “terrorist” and “violence.” Why does such a small group of extremists, whose terrorist actions violate the central principles of Islam, determine the public image of the entire Muslim community? Where is the accuracy and fairness of the media?

One of the major stereotypes that some of my Muslim friends have to deal with is when they meet new people they often think that Islam is a religion of violence, and then need to defend their faith because of the prejudices and stereotypes held by people they encounter. In the end, they discover that not all Muslims are terrorists. And, it’s a good thing that people learn, but it’s sad that it takes a meeting with a Muslim person to reach such a conclusion because of the dominance of this stereotype. A religious person who fears  God can never commit such an act. The Prophet Muhammad once listed murder as the second of the major sins and he even warned that, on the Day of Judgment, {The first cases to be adjudicated between people on the Day of Judgment will be those of bloodshed.} Every attack made in the name of “religion” on innocent people is actually an attack made against religion. Terrorism is not, in any way, affiliated with Islam; in fact, it contradicts the very belief of Islam. How can a religion that’s name is Islam, which in Arabic is “peace,” be practiced as a violent religion? There is a misconception that has developed which links Islam and terrorism together. The media has been a big contributor to this misconception in many ways. The media is the principle supplier of false information about Muslims; feeding the public stereotypes that all Muslims are terrorists, and that the Quran, their holy book, promotes violence.

There are people who view themselves as Muslims who have committed horrible acts in the name of Islam. These people, and their interpretation of Islam, are rightly called “extremist;” they are a minority within Islam and the vast majority of Muslims reject their violence and consider their interpretation a distortion of the Muslim faith.
It’s important that people realize that Muslims don’t equal  terrorists. Every human being is different and they deserve a chance to express themselves – don’t let stereotypes define who we are. Ignorance is the rejection of something you know nothing about and I hope that Muslims are no longer stereotyped as terrorist.

And The Cycle Goes On… by Angy Shavit, Israel

tumblr_inline_nf8kjvnqvq1sag8l3Take a moment, think of what you were doing when you were 13 and when you were 17. At the age of 13 you may have had your Bar Miztvah¹, maybe even your first kiss. At the age of 17 you may have passed your drivers test and got your license. Maybe you even had your first drunk embarrassing night out. What about when you were 15? Were you already a rebel and your parents started embarrassing you when they came to pick you up?

Mahmoud Rafat Baderan was 15. A few weeks ago he was accidentally killed by the IDF as they mistakenly identified him as someone who conducted an attack. Who knows what he could have been one day. Maybe a singer, maybe a lawyer.

Hallel Yaffa Ariel was 13. She was murdered in her bed last month by Muhammad Nasser Tarayrah, who was 17 years old. I wonder what she planned on doing this summer. What pool she planned on going to, what friends she planned on seeing the next day.

Muhammad Nasser Tarayrah was 17. Muhammad entered Hallel’s room and stabbed her to death. He was mourning the death of his cousin, Yousef Walid Tarayrah. Yousef was 18 years old and was killed when attempting to run over soldiers.


Politicians have already started working towards revoking permits for Muhammad’s family members. They’ve started to talk about demolishing his families home. So what will his little cousin think next? What will his brothers feel? Now that they won’t have a home anymore, their father will be out of a job as he will lose his permit, what will they do? How will they feel?

What about Hallel? What will her family think now? They live in a settlement in the West Bank where they see Palestinians every day… Will they begin to fear all Palestinians because of a few radicals? Will Palestinians fear coming anywhere near soldiers and Israelis after Mahmoud Rafat Baderan was accidentally killed?

The real issue is that we are stuck in an ongoing cycle of violence. A cycle that cannot end, a cycle that will continue so long as we give it fuel. As long as our politicians choose to use aggressive means, as long as we decide to incite hate, the cycle won’t end. Children who have yet to begin their lives, to get their drivers license, experience their first kiss, and enjoy the summer with their friends, will continue to lose their lives. If we don’t end it, who will?

 ¹ bar mitzvah and bat mitzvah literally translate to "son of commandment" and "daughter of commandment".  According to Jewish law, when Jewish boys become 13 years old, and Jewish girls 12, they become accountable for their actions and become a bar/bat mitzvah and traditionally celebrate this event with their families and friends and in their religious community.

A woman’s right to be a man by Yousra Serry, Egypt

13497813_10154867002722137_1862929900133047368_oAs far as my limited education goes, women’s rights are all about their right to be and do whatever they’d like.

However, that’s not what I see nowadays.

A lot of the so called ‘women’s rights fighters’ aren’t even remotely fighting for this. Most women’s rights activists aren’t fighting for women to live freely and choose the life they want, regardless of what they tell themselves, they’re mainly fighting for women to live the life THEY think is most appealing and suitable for a woman.

You want to be a bellydancer? No! Bellydancing is all about making men happy and you’re much better than this.. This is so degrading for women!
You want to cover up? This “covering up” thing was originally invented by men who think of women as nothing more than a tool for pleasure.. This is so against what we stand for!
You can’t be a stay at home mom! You need to find a job to prove he’s not better than you in any way.

And on it goes and goes that now the only thing that’s supposedly all about women is, again, about men.

If men like it why do we have to stop doing it for ourselves? Work stereotypically for men should be for women too,no?

It’s like a lot of women’s unconscious goal is to deprive men of all that they like about women as some sort of a childish revenge.
Which is totally understandable regarding how women have lived and still live in male driven societies—But, it’s never acceptable.

What about a woman? What about what SHE wants? Are you seriously going to tell her how to live her life as a “strong woman”? Are you really going to make her feel bad for choosing something just to get back at men?

If that’s the case and if that’s your idea of women rights, then you’re not any different than any male driven society, if not worse.  You’re freeing women from men’s control and stereotypes to oppress them yourself and all in the name of female empowerment when what you’re really doing is nothing but taking their power and right to choose.

Telling a mom to “get a job!” isn’t okay. Because A) She’s already got one and the hardest one of all. B) It’s none of your business. C) telling someone how to live their life is the first step to being an oppressing a-hole.

Women are human, and humans are different. Creating one picture of how a woman should be and asking all women to be it is the worst way to shit on what you’re supposedly fighting for.
Saying a woman should act or look a certain way to be described as a strong woman is actually what you should be fighting AGAINST.
All women are strong and all their choices are the right ones as long as they take full responsibility for it.
And they would, if you would just give them enough space to breathe.

Women rights went from a woman’s right to be herself to a woman’s JOB to be a man. Just because men are doing something doesn’t mean it’s the right thing to do.
Now THAT’S degrading. Trying to turn us into something we’re not and don’t want to be just to prove a point. I’m a woman and I want to be one.

I wanted to join the army as a kid because I wanted to; not so I can feel better about myself getting a “man’s job”.
I believe raising kids is the hardest job in the world and moms face challenges and difficulties much harder than any man fighting a war.
My sister likes makeup and polka dots and she’s not just strong, she’s also scary.
My friend likes the classic “controlling” man, and though I can’t stand them, I don’t think she’s a disgrace to what women are fighting for today.

Because, at least in my case, I’m fighting for women to say and be what they like without the fear of being judged whether by other women or men.

I want to live in a world where a woman isn’t ashamed to say and do what she really likes and isn’t shamed for doing something “too womanly”, a world where she stops constantly worrying about what other women will judge her for today.
I want to live in a world where being “too girly” isn’t an insult and being a pussy doesn’t mean you’re weak.

One of the very first things I noticed about the double standards of our society was how when a man cheats his friends cover up for him and even if they don’t agree, they still stick with him and even try to “cheer him up” when he’s caught.
But when a woman does the same, the first of those who stand against her are other women. Probably even her friends and family.
And that’s when I realized women are a huge part of the problem, if not most of it.

We have this proverb in Egypt that goes like “They asked the pharaoh “What made you one?” He replied “No one stopped me!”
Pharaohs are known to have been controlling and dictatorial so the proverb explains how dictators and oppressors are made, and it’s when no one stands up to them.

So, yes, women need to get educated about their rights first so they can then ask for them.. But what’s more important is knowing WHAT those rights are. You have the right to be, say, dress, write, go who/what/where ever you want.

So to all the women out there, it’s okay to be who you are and do whatever you want to do. And, yes, that includes being something I don’t agree with. I’m not the god of women nor are you or anyone else. Be a working mom, stay at home, or don’t even have kids. Get married at 16, 60, or never get married. Wear a bikini, a scarf, or even a tent.

It’s fine.
It’s okay.
It’s amazing.

There’s absolutely nothing more beautiful than a woman who’s comfortable with who she is. And absolutely nothing more ugly than a woman shaming another woman.
And because women are awesome and we never stop till we reach the top… I want you to be THAT beautiful and never even remotely ugly.

A guy once asked me “So if women really are as strong as men.. Why aren’t they ruling the world like men are?”
I answered “because we don’t stick together like men do.” I refrained from adding “and because we’re also not power hungry a-holes”
But I decided to be nice instead. Because, you know, women are also nice. At least when they want to be.

The things we have in common, by Dhia Elhaq Rzig from Tunisia

Dhia from Tunisia interviewed Raz from Israel as part of the YaLa 
Citizen Journalism program. This is what meeting the other looks 
like when both sides are ready to listen.

Raz is not so different from your average Facebook user. Just like anyone else, his profile is adorned with a picture of himself and some of his favorite places and activities, but perhaps what was most intriguing was the abundance of politically themed posts he shared. These posts ranged from satirical and critical to retrospective posts. I found some quite intriguing, especially since most of them were in Hebrew, a language which I have yet to learn. All of this would perhaps give a bit of a background to why I chose Raz as an interviewee and I’m glad to say he was as intriguing as his Facebook wall, if not even more.

Unlike many from the Middle East, Raz’s favorite food are sweet potatoes. As a lover of all things cheesy and spicy I have a hard time relating… but just like in food and life, to each his own. I imagine sweet potatoes are a lot easier to come by in Tel Aviv, Raz’s current city. Tel Aviv, a vibrant and dynamic city provides him with a lot of professional options in the field of computer science. As a nature lover, he loves the beach in Tel Aviv and the Yarkon River, which offer great bike lanes for days with friends or a break from the rush of the city. Perhaps, what Raz speaks of most, and the memories he holds most dearly are his childhood memories.

He recalled a memory when a number of nomadic people came to Israel and befriended his family. In one particular instance he was offered a fishing pole from a Polish friend in kindergarten. It was this experience that fuelled his lasting curiosity with people from other regions, whether it’s through participating in the YaLa Citizen Journalism Program or practicing his English with people travelling around the world and visiting Israel.

His grandfather grew up in Poland and could not even envision an institution similar to the European Union in his times, but now because of the EU, one can travel from former enemy territories during World War II freely without the need for visas and interviews. So perhaps the installation of something similar to the EU in the Middle East might not be as impossible as it seems, and what better way to ensure peace and security then through economic stability and trade relations. Raz, like many of his peers, wishes to find success in his field, get a chance to see a bit more of the world, and start his own family. Like many other global citizens, he also wishes to increase his proficiency in other languages, mainly Russian and Arabic.

One of the most surprising things that Raz learned at YaLa was the courage of some of his Sudanese friends on Facebook , as they were not hesitant to criticise the regime. He always believed that most people kept their opinions secret when living under authoritarian regimes, but was surprised to find how open the public debate was online, something I know first hand being raised in the shadow of a dictatorship . Even with the claims of widespread piracy, fraud, and other cybercrimes, the regime made their first conviction relating to concerns surround child abduction. This was contrary to the ‘Tunisia is well’ propaganda campaign all too often sung on the national media.

Last but not least , one of the places that Raz would most like to visit is Iran. He was told by a British couple, of whom he is an acquaintance, that it is a beautiful and interesting place

At the end of the day , even these type of conversations about matters such as food and childhood memories,  which may seem trivial are as important as deep conversations . They remind us that we’re all much more similar than we think, or than we were taught to think. Although, this was mostly an interview piece about Raz , I couldn’t help but to see the similarities between us , above and beyond just people, but for our mutual passions for both software engineering and the ocean, as people who are curious and accepting of differences , and as people who want to see more of the world. I can only hope that this curiosity and both of our countries and the entire region will defeat the prejudice that poisons our region. Perhaps, they may to see the light of peace and economic solutions that ensure the growth of all countries, and, in ending on a slightly geeky note  as Bill Gates once said:” For Microsoft to win, Apple doesn’t have to lose” If these bitter rivals could figure this out , I believe there’s hope to be found in the region as well.

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A Mountain by Errel Peli, Israel


12376277_10153261093492647_3836833924025078696_nWhen I was 19, I was confused. I always thought this confusion would come earlier, and that by ending teenage boredom, so would the confusion stop. But I was oh so wrong. I turned 19 right after I finished high-school, just as I came out of the closet and right before the compulsory conscription into the Israeli Army. I have only been in Israel for two years after three very transformative years in Australia, and I did not know where and if I belonged.
So, I decided to take a gap year, and see where things lead me, and I would like to relate to you a little bit of the complexities of Israeli society. During this gap year, each of us had to visit on a place that they thought they would never go to. I decided to go to a Yeshiva (Religious Higher Education) in the illegal settlement of Har Bracha, pretty close to Nablus. The settlements are usually considered in the eyes of the world to be the biggest threat to peace between the Israelis and the Palestinians, and as the most visible method of occupation.
During my childhood, I have visited settlements many times, as my aunties all lived there. I was not aware of the political context, and would always go in an armored vehicle, without much awareness to the world outside. As I grew older, and realized what these seemingly peaceful villages mean, I stopped visiting, and vowed to refrain from going to the West Bank until peace is achieved.
But, as I’ve said, I was confused, and my aspiration to understand was more important. I wanted to see reality, rather than read about it. I remember getting on the bus, the only secular person, in a bus without any Palestinians on it. Looking outside the window, I saw winding routes and beautiful, green terraces, and a great big wall. I then reached a checkpoint, and went through easily, then another, but still – no Palestinian in sight. I reached Har Brach, which is positioned on the top of a very big mountain, and looked around. The wind was so strong, I could barely hear myself breathing and there was so much fog creeping everywhere, as if the skies were telling me: “Your ignorance is bliss. Do not try and see too much, because it will hurt.”
Nonetheless, I was on a quest, and I started exploring. I went into this amazing hall, filled to the brim with young adults, just like me, hovering over Torahs and studying. All of a sudden I felt so different and alone. When was the last time I studied Torah? When was the last time I did anything Jewish whatsoever apart from enjoying the time off the holidays gave me? So I sat down next to a youngster, his hair trimmed short, a big Yarmulke (Kippah) on his head and glasses, which made his eyes look humongous – and started talking to him. Even though I interrupted him with his reading, there was not a chattier person than he, and we delved right into the issues that I wished to explore. We couldn’t agree to anything. I zigged, and he zagged. Whether we spoke about religion, economics or the conflict, it didn’t matter, because we were on opposite sides. But, at the end of the day, just before we went to sleep, I thought to myself: “what did I come here for?”. And I realized that I came, not to convince anyone, but to realize what I thought was right or wrong. And to be able to talk to someone else about it, and justify my position. Early next morning we both woke up and walked outside to look from the very top of the mountain. And then, to my right, I saw the red-roofed houses of the settlements, and to my left, I saw big Palestinian concrete houses. And from so far away, I could not see the people inside. And the only thought that I had was: “everyone is probably eating breakfast right now”. I told my friend that, and he just smiled and walked back down the hill. And I just kept on looking, and everything was so quiet.
And you know what? Six years later and I still don’t know where I belong – in this country? This nationality? This faith? This community? But, one thing I do know. That I could not have known me if I had not tried to get to know the other. And I wish us all, on YaLa’s birthday that we will strive for peace not only with those who speak the same language as we do, but more so with those who don’t. Those, who do not even recognize that elusive language, the language of peace, of understanding, of tolerance. That’s our mission, that’s our mountain to climb.

Discover Palestine through Art by Manar Anwar Hmouz, Palestine

2016-05-29-18-37-08-205-1Although the Palestinian struggle is as a great source of inspiration for many Palestinian artists, the political character of Palestine does not solely define Palestinian art. Palestinian modern art has become part of the successive process in which Palestinian culture and heritage is celebrated. Every now and then, we hear about creative Palestinian youth who use different materials to produce high quality artwork in an innovative ways using makeup, coffee, fire and other materials to draw and to paint Palestinian modern art.

It is important to show the world that being a Palestinian youth is not just about misery and suffering, but also creativity and talent. The youth is the future, these creative young artists also send a message of peace to the world; they are painting art for hope and life.

Their artworks are a personal reflection on their life journey through their lens. They are mainly inspired from experiences infused in their memories from their life in Palestine.
For my final assignment, I chose to write a story about a new kind of artist technique by a Palestinian Youth.
The smell of spices in the kitchen is a sign for making food as it is commonly known for, but it is less known for making a beautiful painting.
Recently, I was reading about a talented woman from Gaza her name is Walaa Abu Al-Aish, 21 years of age, who has been inspired to draw using spices instead of color mediums. The qualities of the colors of the spices are not affected by external factors and remain constant. Further, the high costs of regular color mediums are not always available in GAZA. Given that her parents supported her love of art from childhood, she has always looking for ideas to draw and paint, her ideas for her paintings is a glimpse of her life and her daily circumstances living in GAZA.
Her talent surprised me; she paints her paintings by using cumin, safflower and other common spices. She mixes certain spices to create a specific piece of art, just holding her paddle softly with her hand and drawing a character, she mixes some cocoa, cinnamon, cumin, safflower and others spices. The smell of the spices appeal to her senses, making her itch her nose and then sneeze before the painting is ready to be presented, full of flavor, vibrant with colors and of high quality.
The young artist is not only using spices as an alternative to the colors, she’s also using pomegranate and henna which makes her artworks more enlightening.
She also draws the leaders, characters, and symbols that our history will never forget. She starts to mix some cocoa and cinnamon on her color pallete, making some shapes while leaving a lingering and a tasty smell of struggle, you can feel it everywhere, and here it is, a painting for the late president Yasser Arafat.

Adding little cocoa to form the poem lines and using Pomegranate to form others, reminding us of the famous poems we learned in school, the painting of the poet Mahmoud Darawish is then ready. She also takes us to a holy place with her pallette to draw the Dome of the Rock decorated with gold-colored dome condiment “Safflower” which makes the dome look closer and realistic. These are just some examples of her beautiful paintings.

Walaa Abu Al-Aish has a unique and different message that she wants to share with people in a different way.
She has participated in many exhibitions about women and women’s rights, and won the first place at the sector level in the gallery of Earth Day on the Saraya. She has also participated in the murals about the Nakba and others.
Her artwork connects the Palestinian issue with the world through her artwork. In reality, the people of Gaza are inspired to make new and unique things in beautiful ways that affects others; art and culture is soft power generation of every society.
Palestinian youth have the same rights and aspirations as other young people around the world. The youth is the largest part of our society, and they deserve change for the better. They use art to get support for their ideas. They draw because art is a value, it is a visual reflection of the Palestinian struggle to describe their experiences, stories, sufferings along with their hopes and aspirations.

“Cut your wings” by Leila Ali from Tunisia

13495266_10210391139721927_6275868883339654424_nIt wasn’t said to me, not straight and harsh like that, but it was said indirectly and slowly with time.  It was said in words that took the mask of advice even though they seemed more like threats and an abuse of power.

It was one of many selfish attempts that humans used to make me feel small about myself : women? Because they only know that.  Men? Because they can use women like that. Girls ? Because they are vulnerably afraid. Boys ? Because we taught them, do this, do that.

« Cut your wings» : Girls stay at home when boys can hang out.

You just need to become familiar with that, because in the future you will need to take care of all the households alone, while men will just be men. They will have their masculine café talks. They will stretch their legs tiredly after coming back and ask you to bring them a glass of water because you have been home all day « doing nothing »

So, I did.

And because I was mad for the prison I was put in, under the crime of my gender, being born a girl, I stayed at home. While the boys were rolling their feet over the sand outside, I rolled my eyes over a thousand books, and I became my own emancipator, I was too excellent in my studies to spend the rest of my life at home.

« Cut your wings» : You made it out as a working woman, but good wives take care of households alone, and also of their husband’s needs. Men they get married to have an easier life, and women?  They get married because if they don’t they are a social failure. I felt threatened again, and I did.

But, I found myself obliged to choose between marriage, and a dream, marriage and my job, marriage and my happiness, marriage and my dignity…

« Cut your wings» : Good women listen to their husbands’ will, if they ask you to do something or forbid you from doing another ,you just listen and do it, and don’t ask too many questions, men do not like questions. But when they scream at your face late at night after getting drunk outside « why the f*ck there’s no dinner at the table ? » you have to answer, oh no, you have to get it done ! And quietly because good women are always quiet. So that’s what I did.

Until I found out he was flirting with some other woman the day he was screaming at my face, I wondered right then if it was that worth it ,being his kind of « quiet good woman »

« Cut your wings» : Good women don’t talk loud, and they shouldn’t be too opinionated , they should always let their ideas pass through male ears before you communicate them to society, because if they do it like that without asking for permission , it’s shocking and they may lose their femininity in the process. So I did,  and I was the quietest human you could ever know.

But to those buried, burning unspoken voices in me, my pen could not hold me back from writing, and drawing and screaming my thoughts out , my pen did not need somebody’s permission to write my thoughts on paper, why would my voice need somebody’s permission to be spoken ?

« Cut your wings» : teach your girls not to trust men, and teach your boys how to become unworthy of that trust, teach your girls fear, and teach your boys violence, and then if your girl gets emancipated from all that social labels and bullshit, if she decides to get out unafraid, and speak for herself call her a « man » to protect her image among men .

I was one, but every time they called me « man » I felt like they wanted to strip off my feminine identity with their ignorant heads, when relating my woman efforts and achievements to their gender.

« Don’t cut your wings» : be a woman, a feminist.

Every time you cut your own wings to please somebody else, you will only be hurting yourself , and killing yourself in small flames.

Be an emancipated one. A woman that does not need to be told what to do or what to wear or how to speak or what to think. Be one who deserves love, compassion, respect,  as well as sharing and caring like anybody else. No one needs to be told what is best for them, they can figure that out for themselves if you provide them with what they need to grow their passions and their intellect.

« Grow your wings » Be independent, but also respectful and loving, lay your beautiful long wings on tomorrow’s youth , fill them with warmth , hope and loving, and teach them all the right things that you did not have a chance to experience.