You should know by now that I am a sucker for nature activities.
Apart from all the camping trips, road trips, and hikes that I’ve been a part of in the past couple of years, one project still stands out with so beautiful joyful memories; our rural lunch events.
After a few camping trips, our friends were teased by all the posts and the fun times we share. They asked us to reveal our hideout. We did during the Autumn Secret saga that took place on three Sundays in September and October.
This post was written a year ago. I dug it up again, and edited it a bit, to post it this year with more intention.
May 15 marks a turning point in the course of history with massive consequences
It is the day Palestinians were forcibly expelled from their homes to nowhere
It is when Palestinians started looking for home, a shelter, a roof to stay under. For 68 years, Palestinians are being chased out of their homes and lands, tortured, imprisoned, mistreated, and killed.
Massacres are happening on a regular basis. The world has become so numb. We count numbers. Unless there’s a notable person among those killed, the death toll is meaningless
Photos from Dbayeh Palestinians refugees camp I took last year
As I probably have mentioned in previous posts, I am a 2nd generation Palestinian with a Lebanese nationality. I barely have any sense of belonging to neither. My grandmother used to tell me about how they fled and how they settled in the area that became the refugees camp of Dbayeh, the camp that neither most Palestinians nor Lebanese know about. Continue reading
We have a saying in arabic that literally translate to
“The splendor is for the rice and the burghul hanged himself”
One of my recent activities is spending time with an overwhelming group of people behind red noses. We have been going around selected schools to teach children how to wash hands properly during the Hand Washing Day funded by UN Habitat.
Name of the group: Clown Me In
Active members in this campaign: 5 crazy clowns
Cook in Five Square Meters 