The Palestinian Genocide is systemic, calculated, a machine of annihilation and there’s no parallel to the country's devastation in world history.
I remember the first time I stepped into the female compartment in the metro, I knew this marked a significant difference in the commute experience of women.
What moral standard does a country hold when in war they attack the place they themselves have declared to be a “permanent safe zone?”
While I was diagnosing myself and the society out there, I saw my father.
What is the feeling of celebrating independence knowing it marks the darkest day in another people's history?
Smoother violence fills our hearts like charming splinters. The irony is I am the first of my women
It is crucial to include a gender perspective in transportation infrastructure. It is a world built by men for men
In Bethlehem, baby Jesus is seen wrapped in the Palestinian keffiyeh, lying amid the rubble. No softly lit manger opened its door for him, and certainly no wise man was there to bless the unforetold future
The Palestinian Genocide is systemic, calculated, a machine of annihilation and there’s no parallel to the country's devastation in world history.
I remember the first time I stepped into the female compartment in the metro, I knew this marked a significant difference in the commute experience of women.
What moral standard does a country hold when in war they attack the place they themselves have declared to be a “permanent safe zone?”
While I was diagnosing myself and the society out there, I saw my father.
What is the feeling of celebrating independence knowing it marks the darkest day in another people's history?
Smoother violence fills our hearts like charming splinters. The irony is I am the first of my women
It is crucial to include a gender perspective in transportation infrastructure. It is a world built by men for men
In Bethlehem, baby Jesus is seen wrapped in the Palestinian keffiyeh, lying amid the rubble. No softly lit manger opened its door for him, and certainly no wise man was there to bless the unforetold future
Baldwin was sitting right beside, smoking, killing time, thinking of love and loneliness, friendships and misfortunes. Of Martin and Malcolm.
Much like packing a school bag, organising a game with a friend, or contemplating homework, they now think about how they or their friends might die
