Last night, at Brick’s, Thurayya Zreik stopped by to say hello to a friend of hers, who was already with a group of friends. As she was having a conversation with her friend, one of the guys at the table started verbally harassing her, to which she emphatically and repeatedly told him to stop. He … More Boycotting Brick’s
“Your ass looks smaller. Good job; keep it up!” “You’ve lost a lot of weight since you’ve moved in.” “Your thighs and arms look bigger. Be careful.” “You look much better than you did last year; well done!” These were all said to me just this past week. At home. At work. From loved ones. … More Our bodies
I noticed you that night. Perhaps you didn’t want to be noticed. I was sipping apple juice, an alternative to the wine which would surely have made the next morning unnecessarily painful. You see, I had a midterm to study for, and I needed to be an adult. Two glasses of wine was more than … More Calloused Hands, Shoe-Shining Kit, Bright Eyes
I didn’t go down to the protests today. And I don’t know why. Perhaps it was out of deference for my parents, who are wary of the protests’ motives and who, of course, don’t want to see me get hurt. Perhaps it was because I myself don’t have much confidence yet in the direction the … More #طلعت_ريحتكم# مستمرون
Summer break started over a week ago for me, but I have not left my house since Monday. It’s strange really; I have been on a hamster wheel trying to get caught up on all my responsibilities for the past ten months, and now that I no longer have classes to go to or classes … More Lessons Learned in Beirut
I love and dread summer both for many reasons … I dislike the heat, but enjoy afternoons at the beach with the sun beating down on my skin, turning it into my favorite shade of golden brown. I am frustrated with the ridiculous traffic caused by the influx of tourists during the summer season, but am … More Summertime
June is almost over, and my lease is up. I have to give up my lovely Beirut apartment tomorrow and move back to my parents’ for a few months before I am thrown back into the city that has both disheartened me time and time again, and the one that has made me appreciate the … More Goodbye Beirut (for now)
