Lebanon, a Land of Men (and of a few Courageous...
I am a Lebanese woman married to a Swiss man. My children will never be Lebanese, nor will my husband, because I am considered as a second class citizen in my own country, which doesn’t seem to deem it necessary to grant me the same citizenship rights as everyone else (also known as men). My friend, we’ll call her Lina, is married to a Palestinian, and walks around with her two blue cards in...
Lebanon: Land of the Men (and of a Few Courageous...
Sit In For Lebanese Women Rights to Grant Nationality to their Family If you’re in Beirut, join us tomorrow for a sit in in front of the Ministry of Interior at 15:00 on the Sanaye3 Roundabout. More details here: https://www.facebook.com/#!/events/292435000793549/ Lebanese women are acting and advocating for change: they deserve full citizenship rights, and the right to grant their...
social media and feminism
My take on feminism and social media for AWID last b http://yfa.awid.org/2011/12/social-media-and-feminists-opportunities-threats-and-awareness/ logathon
Social Media and Feminists:opportunity
She stays still like a rock amidst the chaos, mineral and cold in the scorching sun. She stays and sits still, oh so still, she stays and gazes at the stars in the pitch blackness of night, searching for them, trying to find strength in their incandescence. She sits and stays and she gazes at passers by, watching the dead go by. She stopped eating and talking, she has neither time nor interest in...
How about we listen to sex workers, for once?
My take on Sawt al Niswa on the prospective abolitionist law on sex work in France http://www.sawtalniswa.com/2011/12/how-about-we-listen-to-sex-workers
In Lebanon, Violence Between the Sheets Is Legal |... →
Another article I wrote about marital rape in Lebanon, let’s put as much pressure as we can for the government to finally change the law!
Café Thawra: VIH et Vulnérabilité économique : le... →
exis-tentialist asked: you have raw talent, you write these don't you? x
Meet Me Halfway
Bring me bitter chocolate, she said, the blackest and the bitterest you can find, please, to reflect how I feel. Her words hung awkwardly in the air. What are you supposed to say when someone you barely know opens up to you in the most unexpected, blunt and sincere way? She said it half joking, probably not to spoil the buoyant Beiruti mood, the laughters, the glasses clinking, the distant voice...
For the Sams (SamSam and Petit) Brace yourself for stories of mysterious medina gateways, ochre and royal blue clashes of colours and mountains of couscous: this is morocco were talking about. Err, no. Not exactly. I did see Casablanca’s medina (or at least the entrance of it) and perhaps one tenth of the entrance of the royal palace in Rabat, but the truth is, as I went there for work, I now...