A couple of months ago a good friend of mine got married in Jordan, this is a collection of photos from our trip to Jerash. Jerash is a city in Jordan, north of the capital Amman. Inhabited since the Bronze Age, it’s known for the ruins of the walled Greco-Roman settlement of Gerasa just outside the
I sit with nothing but silence around me. Cross-legged on the floor, I close my eyes and try to focus on the furthest sound I can hear. Nothing. There’s just the machine hum of the air conditioner above me. The thoughts in my mind feel more like a conversation, what feels like hundreds of different
In the Somali culture, we carry our forefather’s name like an ID card; you have your name, your father’s name and then your grandfather’s etc etc etc. In my case, ‘Id’/’Ciid’/’Eid’, is my great-grandfather’s name and it’s also the kind of name that hits you with a spotlight when you’re in certain places…this town I’ve moved to is one of
Being told “I see you and you are one of us”, is incredibly empowering but more than that you feel safe and supported because you’re being claimed.
There are certain dreams and memories that will forever imprinted in who who we are – for me a defining one has definitely been to go to the country that I’m from. So as I sit here a whole 25 years old about to move to country that I know nothing about besides the nostalgia
You know how sometimes you feel yourself coming to a crossroad in your life, where changes are happening and you didn’t have a say in any of them. That is the place that I was in, the anxiety felt overwhelming and the feeling like I was accomplishing nothing was even worse. It’s the motions of
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