English and Arabic this is my body wounded, ripped, ruptured, bleeding. It’s been made a battlefield. But today, I reclaim it. And one day, it will heal. هذا جسدي المجروح، النازف والممزق والذي قد جعلوا منه ساحة حرب اليوم، سأدوّن ملكيّتي على جسدي، سأضمّد جراحه وفي يوم ما سيصبح معافى . #meToo #healing #وأنا_كمان #تسكتيش Tuskuteesh (don’t remain… Read More #MeToo – I’m a survivor of sexual violence
This week, the women of Poland took to the streets in black Black Monday protests against the criminalization of abortions, with up to five years of imprisonment for women who terminate their pregnancies. Until when do we have to fight for our rights over our bodies? It’s the same thing throughout history – trying to… Read More #StopPolicingOurBodies
Tuskuteesh (Arabic for don’t remain silent, #تسكتيش), a safe space for Arab women to share experiences and testimonies of sexual violence, which I co-founded with my friend and sister in the struggle, Reem Jaramneh, was born out of the dire need to break the silence on this issue, which is still a huge taboo in… Read More Safe Space for Arab Women to Share Experiences of Sexual Violence
* status in context * I will say the words. Even if saying them puts my very life in danger. I will say my words. I will stand with you, sister, and fight for your right until my very last breath, until my very last words. Even if I am the only one standing with… Read More I will say the words – status in context
Recently, I had the opportunity to talk to an anthropology student about her research. Part of her research included talking to young Arab women who have been able to build an independent life for themselves, free – to some degree – of some of the patriarchal oppressions in our society. Somehow, not surprisingly, the conversation… Read More Privilege is relative.
you will not drag my body through your – muddy dirty battlefield. you will not – dress me undress me police me. my body is not the battlefield for your morals – religious or secular. my morals reside in my heart my morals are – not hidden in the folds of my clothes (and just… Read More stop policing my body
A few days ago, a post about racism popped up in my newsfeed. It was yet another Palestinian young man who couldn’t rent an apartment in Tel Aviv, because he is an Arab. He saw the apartment, and the landlord agreed to rent it to him. Then, when they met again to sign the contract,… Read More Palestinians on the Beach