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Marwa Saab
“Those who killed my daughter are politically supported. I don’t belong to any political party, and I don’t have enough money to hire a lawyer to get my daughter justice from those who killed her.”
Abeer Mohsen – Yemeni Journalist
The law in Yemen is selective and discriminatory against women, focusing it’s restrictions on the shops and centers where they worked, while other shops belonging to men were left open without any threats.
Maya El Ammar- Lebanese journalist
“I could not believe what I saw, honestly. I never imagined this would happen to me. I looked at the mirror and I could not stand looking at my face. It was then that I put on my clothes, called the neighbors and sought help from the police”.
Maya El Ammar- Lebanese journalist
Sexual predators refuse to acknowledge that the world has already entered a new phase in the way it deals with sexual abuse and harassment cases.
Rami El-Amin
Mia Khalifa was not spared from the word “honor,” by which she is showered from her critics -or you could say slanderers- and her supporters alike.
Joumana Imad
In the alleys of the “al-Shati” (the beach) Palestinian refugee camp, west of Gaza, Marah Hassouna walks around carrying a bag packed with her sportswear and scooter.
Eman Adel- Egyptian journalist
I accidentally saw a hashtag calling for accountability for the murderer of a girl who has the same name as mine. The victim did not only have my name; but she was also a rural Egyptian young girl, who was the mother to one child, and was married to a non-Egyptian, just like me.
Baz Ali Bakari
Maher was able to have his eldest son back and treated him out of ISIS’ influence. The boy was reintegrated into the community to which he belonged. However, it seems that Maher will now have to go through another similar experience. This time, his mission will be to reunite his entire family and introduce his children to their mother and brother.
Maha Gazal
Today, I came to be one of “the workers” in their empire, with no name, description, or history other than the one they decide to write for me. I have no rights except what they deem appropriate for me. Indeed, I was a loud and discordant note in their symphony that needed to be muted.
Noor Hassan
By the end of my date with my boyfriend, I was starting to think about where I could change my clothes and put on my veil, and about the safest route to get to my town wearing my “proud hijabi girl” face and hug my mom and end this beautiful day with nothing but a memory.
لتصلكم نشرة درج الى بريدكم الالكتروني