
“In Search of Fathers” Part 2
An afternoon in 1972, a quiet conversation between two old Palestinian warriors in a living room filled with books. The two had not seen each
An afternoon in 1972, a quiet conversation between two old Palestinian warriors in a living room filled with books. The two had not seen each
I was barely into the first few pages of Raja Shehadeh’s We Could Have Been Friends, My Father and I, when a 24-year-old inscription rushed
It happened when I started watching Losing Alice, an Israeli series that debuted on Apple TV in 2020. By the end of the first two
One summer day in the mid-1980s, in the very early hours of the morning, I sat waiting on the porch of our Shmeisani
If there is still a Levant in 2122, will its inhabitants scour the minutiae of our lives with the same keenness we search for those
In this post, I shall meander simply because I want to.
My first time in Cairo was in 1974. On the drive from the airport
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