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Umbilical Bonds: Weaving Memories throughout Displacement
By: Muna Kattoub, feminist activist. The concept of "homeland" has always occupied my thoughts. Is it defined solely by the geographical...


Justice inside old plastic bags
By: Rawiya Harb, civil activist from As-Suwayda. Requiem for justice Setting: Palestine Security Branch (Branch 235) I am unable to...


My Life's Crossroads: A Prison Cell
By: Aaya al-Ahmed, activist and former detainee. A fresh morning unfolded, adorned with dew-kissed leaves and the energetic rhythm of...


Justice, Revolution and Homeland. A Glimpse into the Life of an Ordinary Woman
By: Manal Hashem, social activist. At the age of fifty, of average height, with wide eyes, adorned in her white hijab and floral dress,...


Women in As-Suwayda’s Dignity Square
By: Malena Zid, activist in the peaceful movement in Suwayda. Full of determination, women entered the arena of activism, playing various...


The Hague District Court in the Netherlands Sentences a Former Member of Liwa al-Quds to 12 Years in Prison for Committing War Crimes in Syria
By: Linda Osman, Lawyer and human rights activist. On January 22, 2024, The Hague, Netherlands witnessed a historic ruling as it was the...


Witnesses to the Era - Before the International Court of Justice - The Hague, Netherlands
By Naama Al Alwani. It was 6:27 a.m., when I was there hearing the chirping of birds that had just awakened. Joined by several...


"Where are you from?"
A simple question that might seem mundane to most; yet it's been a formidable puzzle I've grappled with throughout my life. By Hiba Swaid...


Syrian Civil Society Chemical Weapons Conference - Report
By Dr. Yasmine Nahlawi, Legal consultant. Drawing by Dima Nachawi, Syrian artist. Throughout the fall of 2023, Syrian civil society...


The last night
By Nivin Al-Hotari. As the working day came to an end, we agreed to meet the following day to brainstorm for our next programming...


Intercontinental harasser's club
By Sulaima Al-Homsi. At the end of the official school hours, I left my school ‘Haydar Qais’ at Al-Qusour neighbourhood[1] in Homs. I...


A grain of freedom, a pinch of justice
By Aysha Khoulani. My father wasn’t one to follow feminists or women’s liberation movements. He was just naturally pure, with a love for...


A stolen dream
By Marah Alnader. All across the world, the sun rises with the hope of a new day and the promise of goodness. Everywhere except Bukamal,...


The dream remains
By Dr. Aisha Toma. It was not the beginning when we managed to demolish that statue situated at a café’s front door. However, it was a...


Screams that never left my memories
By Naila Kazeebra. Today I write from my personal experience. I am Na’ila Kazeebra, a volunteer in the Syrian Civil Defence (the White...


Ad infinitum!
By Amal Mustafa Mahmoud. As a girl, I was taught to lower my gaze, to not look directly into the eyes of the man speaking to me. This was...
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