My Three Months in Prison by Kedy Osman Ali, Sudan

In 2008, I was a 22-year-old boy. I finished my last exam for the Sudan High School Certificate. I was supposed to start my national service, which was compulsory in the Sudan, in two months. About 1,500 fellow students and I were receiving national service training when we were ordered to go to fight the … Continue reading My Three Months in Prison by Kedy Osman Ali, Sudan

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Become what you hate by Mohammed AlNaas, Libya

It was six years ago in Tripoli, when all the hate began to spread in my heart and soul. The Libyan civil war started on February 2011. On  February 25 my fears became bigger, demonstrations spread across the country, the streets were full with people, their shouting was increasing as their numbers were; everything was … Continue reading Become what you hate by Mohammed AlNaas, Libya

WARRING KIN by Ifeoluwa, Nigeria

I was eleven years old when I woke to the sound of bullet cartridges pattering on the iron sheet roof of our home. It was 15 years ago.  From that moment everything I had known about this small town, Ile-Ife, where I was born in Nigeria , changed forever. Life as I knew it came … Continue reading WARRING KIN by Ifeoluwa, Nigeria

Beyond the Headlines – The Investigation of the near and far By Ala Oueslati, Tunisia

The war in Syria? Who hasn't heard of the war in Syria? A carnage so painful to witness, yet impossible to ignore. We didn't own a TV to watch what happened in Syria every day. We did however, have something better than TV: WIFI. It is as quick as asking a genie for another wish. … Continue reading Beyond the Headlines – The Investigation of the near and far By Ala Oueslati, Tunisia

I Want You to Be a Man by MOHAMED

GAZA, PALESTINE — The power was off while the dark sky was moonless, empty, except of some reconnaissance drones that I thought were bright stars in the dawn. Everything was pretty quiet, and everyone from my family inside one room of our small unpainted house was sleeping and snoring on their mattresses without blankets. The atmosphere was really hot, and I was listening to the radio. That was the last thing I could remember before I slept.