healing
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Salam Anas. You’ve been on my mind since yesterday. Like others, I was waiting for you to be alive, waiting for your voice to announce the ceasefire. I am sorry you are not. Anas, your friend Saleh woke up the rest just to tell them the ceasefire agreement was signed. He was near Al-Shifa’a hospital Read more
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For most of my life, laughter has been my armour. Joking, smiling, finding something absurd in the middle of a crisis; it’s how I learned to survive. People often assume I’m always happy, and comment how beautiful my smile is, and how radiant my energy can be. Even the pharmacist looks surprised when I pick Read more
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A few years ago, I worked in a humanitarian organization where it was painfully clear we had a senior leadership problem. Eventually, the organization hired a well-known consultancy firm to come in, assess the situation, and propose solutions. After three months of interviews, surveys, and analysis, they convened a meeting to present the findings to Read more
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After our first class, she approached me. Her tone was quiet, and I could see the concern on her face. “I need to talk to you,” she said. “I know you’re Palestinian. And I want to make sure you know something.” She paused before continuing. “I was raised in a Zionist family. I believed what Read more
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This sentence by Brené Brown changed the way I relate to others and to myself. I’ve never liked mind games or vague communication. I’m someone who values directness. I don’t fear difficult conversations, I welcome them. I often tell people: Ask me the hardest question, and I’ll give you a real answer. Even if it’s Read more
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They asked her,What do you feel when you bring your attention to your belly?Not your thoughts.Not your fears.But the place beneath language. She closed her eyes.Paused.And answered:Nothing.Just a black void.Empty. But the body has its own memory. In the stillness, something stirred.A flicker.A shape.An embryo.Herself. And in that moment,she was no longer just in her Read more
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We carry the Nakba in our blood, not as a history lesson but as a lived inheritance. It echoes in my father’s voice, how his eyes light up when he talks about our village, Ain Karem. Our land is still there, stone by stone, tree by tree, but the people who built it are not. Read more
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A friend asked me if receiving news from Gaza feels different here than in the West. I said yes. There, the grief sat heavy on my chest—constant, quiet.I’d cry on the way to work, then smile and do what I had to do.I lived with fatigue, brain fog, and silent breakdowns.I walked through streets where Read more
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Lately, people have been asking me how I keep going despite the adversities I have faced. I often hear words like strong and resilient, but for me, resilience was not something I simply had. It was a choice. At a certain point in my healing journey, when I began to understand how cycles of trauma Read more
Glittery Gaze 