Gaza from the Inside Out

How does life look outside of Gaza?! by Husam, Gaza, Palestine I have always asked myself what a young man in his twenties - exactly like me - is doing in another part of the world? How will I get through my twenties without having tried great experiences? I haven't tried to jump from a …

I am part of this city, and it is part of me

by Rowan - Gaza, Palestine These are pictures of a city that is frequently mentioned on the news, often sad news, wars, siege, power and water cuts... This is my beautiful city of Gaza, part of the state of Palestine, with an area of 360 square kilometers, with a population of approximately 2 million. I …

Riding the Donkey Backwards by Asil Ibrahim-Khalil, Palestine

It was a hot, sunny July day in Phoenix, Arizona. It was amazing seeing the long green cacti on my way to visit ASU, Arizona State University, with a group of eight Birzeit University students. I remember wearing light blue jeans, a beige top, a scarf and, of course, my light sneakers. We were excited …

A Greater Journey by Christina W., Israel

It was a long, hot day, very typical for southern India at this time of year. By the time the sun rose over the palm trees and the pink roofs of the Ashram, hundreds of people were already roaming the small dusty roads on their way to breakfast, coming together for the morning chant and …

The Last Boy by Arik Sharga, Israel

I loved my grandpa. He didn't talk much, but when he did, he was honest and precise. He was as reliable as a human being can be. When I was 5, my parents divorced, and grandpa was like a father for me. In his youth, he survived the siege of Leningrad during World War II, …

My Burn-Out

 by Yasmine Hareb, Algeria It was almost a year ago. I felt terrible. I felt terrible, and I was in a dire situation. As a medical student, I am under a lot of pressure. My first year of medical school was hard, but everyone kept telling me that this was normal. The second year was …

You Can Still Be Yourself by Khadija Amahal, Morocco

When I was a kid, my mother used to advise me not to talk to strangers. She would tell me stories of kids who were kidnapped or poisoned once they welcomed a friendly talk with someone they encountered in the street. That’s why I would walk on my way to school all alone head to …