How to live with a revolutionary without losing... →
On Angry Feminists, Women's Bodies, and People's... →
How to live with a revolutionary without losing... →
The Greatest Threat: Women who want to work and... →
#feminism #womenandwork #humanrights #gender #justice
Tales of the Phoenix City - Chapter 26 →
How to Live with a Revolutionary (and your family)... →
Tales of the Phoenix City - Chapter 25 →
Lebanon: This is How We Do Modern Day Slavery →
How to Live with a Revolutionary Without Losing... →
Confronting Ghosts: Lebanon, Transitional Justice... →
How To Live With A Revolutionary Without Losing... →
Tales of the Phoenix City - Chapter 24 →
On food, love and exile
A Day in the Life of The Revolutionary →
How to Live With A Revolutionary Without Losing... →
The Rev is BACK!
She Said Her Body Was A TVed Massacre →
#RafeefZiadah #Gaza #Palestine
Blurry Filters →
Tales of the Phoenix City - 23 →
Tales of the Phoenix City - Chapter 22 →
Where the youth of Lebanon bring Beirut back on its feet
Beirut never dies →
On Fashion,Clothes and Style →
Lancement du Livre Oublier Alep au Salon du Livre... →
Tales of The Phoenix City - Chapter 21 →
I will be at the Salon du Livre de Beyrouth! →
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Moving to Wordpress
This Blog will soon be moved to Wordpress :-) www.myrrhandmint.wordpress.com
Our Destiny is to Fight
Our destiny is death and destruction she said. Just because we’re from this land, they call it Holy, I don’t see the holiness in all this helplessness, our destiny is death and destruction and warplanes above us she said, from the sandy Sinai to the blue immensity of Lattakieh, from the fertile plains of the Bekaa to the ever resistant Palestine, our destiny is death she said. Our...
Pourquoi Nous Avons Besoin du Féminisme →
Tales of the Phoenix City - Chapter 20
That must have been her thousandth cigarette. Fine, so she was smoking like a chimney. So who cared? You had to die from something didn’t you? Granted, you were not forced to do so agonizing with your blackened lungs, but still. And in any case, smoking was the only thing that kept her balanced at the moment. You know, the usual addict excuse. Jesus Fucking Christ, did these chairs need to be so...
On Keeping the Nasawiya Cafe Independent and... →
Tales of the Phoenix City - Chapter 19
So much sun. So much freaking sun in this freaking city. No matter how hard you wished for it, the weather simply could not make itself match your Mood. Jesus fucking Christ, as Gabrielle would say. Gabrielle was a lesbian. Not that there was anything wrong with that. She had just never been friends with one. Oh God. Sometimes she asked herself if she hadn’t made the biggest mistake of her...
My heartbeat is off. It misses the hum of my beloved. The hustle and bustle, the unnerving life, the stubborn heat. The friends, the jokes, the laughter. The tears, the anxiety, the choking. It misses that flower fallen on the asphalt. It misses its life, its gorgeous, eternal Beirut.
Une Réponse à Ziyad Makhoul
Cet article est une réponse à Ziad Makhoul dans L’Orient-Le Jour Cher Monsieur Makhoul, Votre billet dans L’Orient- Le Jour m’ayant caressée dans le mauvais sens du poil, je vous prie donc de bien vouloir m’excuser de ma réponse, qui ne vous plaira sans doute pas. Votre ton condescendant à l’égard de la décision prise par le groupe Mashrou3 Leila d’annuler sa première partie au concert...
Will not open for the Red Hot Chili Peppers!!! How much do we love them? Immensely.
A letter to Mashrou3 Leila
Ya habibi, You rocked me to the sounds of your ballads. You made my heart beat a little faster when your words seemed to speak and whisper to me only. You danced with me, you got me drunk with joy and happiness while I was twirling to the sound of your voice and violin. You asked me not to forget you: my heart skipped a beat. I smelt the Jasmin and heard the abuse 3al 7ajiz. Like so many...
A Ribbon Around a Bomb
We are currently at Nasawiya working on a book on the women who inspire us, interviewing “regular” women whose stories reveal their strength, trying to showcase alternative forms of leadership. This got me thinking about what strength is, to how the mere concept of strength is riddled with misconceptions and stereotypes. Is keeping quiet and holding in every feeling or negative emotion a form of...
Tales of the Phoenix City - Chapter 18
The noise was getting stronger as she drew nearer to the entrance. From afar, It seemed like there was a fair amount of bumping and thumping and rattling being made, which slightly alarmed her. She quickened her pace. As usual, there was no electricity so she had to run up the three flights of stairs that separated her from the mayhem. She found Grace in the kitchen, flour up her lovely aquiline...
Letter to a Revolutionary
Ya Qalbi, Yesterday I read a letter from Mashrou3 Leila: “Today I found myself walking down Hamra Street, humming Abdul-Halim Hafez’s ‘Ana Leik Ala Tool’ to myself, and I could swear I heard you singing the harmony into my ear. It made me giggle a little burn into my chest. I worry you might get caught in a protest, imprisoned, kidnapped, missing, gone. But I know you need to do what you...
MTV Lebanon: Stop Using Freedom of Speech →
Delicious Middle Eastern dish →
Marisa from the Green Sunshine and I got together and cooked a fabulous Lebanese meal :-) Check us out!
On Women, Work and Maternity →
Exploring the relationships between women, work and maternity and how empowered women are in this day and age when it comes to their careers and reproductive choices
You Killed My Dreams, Too
I am currently baffled by some online phenonmenon, for lack of a better word. No, I’m not talking about Saad Hariri’s Twitter account, although that’s pretty funny in itself. I’m talking about women undergoing plastic surgery, plonking themselves in front of their webcam and talking. And that’s it. These women seem to have observed the trajectory of Haifa Wehbe and the likes: be beautiful,...
Tales of the Phoenix City - 17
The creature looked pale and panicked. She also looked like she had been through a war. Wearing a wedding gown, that is. - I left. - I can see that. Good timing, Yasmine. Really, you couldn’t have done better. What did you do, jumped off the white Merc? - Oh shut up, would you, and let me in. For once, Nina was not offended by Yasmine’s peremptory tone. The little...
About a Feminist Collective... →
My take on the Lebanese feminist collective Nasawiya
A Letter to Beirut
Dear Beirut, Writing this letter is no easy task, believe me. I came to you all arrogant and sure of myself, thinking you will fulfill the idea I had forged of you: I had romanticized you to death, my head full of frangipani trees in full bloom, a festival of life and colors, the hope and sheer force of life of your inhabitants conquering all. You seemed in a huff to have been reduced to...
Tales of the Phoenix City - 16
Dignity. The word had a beautiful tone to it, a sound so rich and profound it felt like it was pounding streets by itself. After the whole drama with Ziad, Lily had stayed up all night, tossing and turning, asking herself a hundred and one questions. Oddly, the questions pertaining to Ziad were not the most difficult ones: yes she loved him, but she was no fool, and she was not going to run...
Tales of the Phoenix City, or Beirut and Other...
Tales of the Phoenix City - Chapter IA great admirer of the Tales of the City from American author Armistead Maupin, I love the serialized version the books were initially pu…Share on FacebookShare on TwitterShare on Google+Share on LinkedinShare by emailmyrrhandmint0 likes · 0 comments Tales of the Phoenix City - Chapter 2This was turning to be a most unpleasant day. First the order of...
Live From Nahr El Bared →
Update on the situation and what is going on in the Palestinian Neighborhood of Nahr El Bared
Tales of the Phoenix City - Chapter 15
Lily’s project was simple. It came to her as she was forever writing about style and fashion and things that seemed strangely unimportant at times of crisis, yet that magically operated on people no matter what, even more so in volatile times, as if the height of a heel was the best saving board one could hope for. It puzzled her, but she did not judge. She seldom judged anyone anyway and...
Land of the Free: Taking A Leaf Out of Liberian... →