If you write about your love for the Prophet's family, you are accused of being Shia, and if you write about your love for the companions of the Prophet, they say you are a Salafi and Sunni, etc. And if you wrote about asceticism and divine love,
What caught my attention during a special celebration of Emirati Women's Day, where I was translating instantly from Arabic to English and vice versa, was the significant increase in the number of Emirati girls occupying various positions that were
In a warm friendly gathering I started talking with my friends about our childhood joys. We came from different countries and cultural backgrounds yet we shared the same memories and in no time the place was overwhelmed by sighs and wet nostalgic eyes.
On the return train heading to Alexandria this week, I looked forward to a comfortable journey after an exhausting week filled with tasks.
In carriage 1, on seat 2, I was surprised to find myself at the very end of the train, sitting on a seat without
Wisdom sometimes emanates from mouths that have starved and been denied the basic pleasures of life, as if fate has been stingy with them in comparison to what it has bestowed upon others, leading to disparities and the capriciousness of destiny.
The
Seventy-seven years have passed since 1948,
The ruthless year of our diaspora,
Which somehow, we’ve come to accept as a destiny
And a tragic and despicable Palestinian fate.
Since then, we’ve continued to breathe,
Love, learn, laugh, and cry…
We’ve travelled to corners never heard of
And places never passed by.
So many injustices have our eyes
