‘’I knew something was going on, but I didn’t expect this. I just knew you were not like the other boys. You are my son, I love and you will always be my son but go see a doctor ’’- My mom said on the 13th of December 2014. It all started at the age … Continue reading Coming out to a Muslim family by Houssem E. Ben Messaoud, Morocco/Canada
Our first encounter dates back to 2014 when we were introduced to each other by a common friend. I can hardly remember the conversation, in which I took almost no part, was about; I was too busy studying her eyes - they were as dark as a grave and looked greatly weary. But there was … Continue reading A Pair of Tortured Eyes BY Widad Fakhr-Eddine, Morocco
My knowledge about the Holocaust mostly comes from my 77 year-old grandmother who talks now and then about what she remembers and what her dad told told her. I read about Holocaust survivors. I also read about concentration camps and prisoners if I I feel I can handle it. Saying these stories are touching would … Continue reading Walking through the Holocaust Memorial by Noorjahan Jemaa
When I was a child, I had a dream to go to France. I was simply in love with the country’s culture, food, and architecture, due to my direct contact with family members and friends who lived there. That’s why I was determined to work hard at school, and right after obtaining my baccalaureate degree, … Continue reading The feeling of guilt by Khadija Amahal, Morocco
MOROCCO — It is through the observation of everyday Moroccan life that is full of cultural diversity, rich in terms of physiological, social and ideological differences that I was able to sharpen my gaze.