DECEPTIONMy 6 o’clock alarm is a hammer cracking my head; the sky is grey and foggy. I used to love those days, the cold breath, the hot coffee…Sep 16, 2022Sep 16, 2022
I AM ANGRYToday, this week, this month, this year, the last couple of years of my life I have been angry, angry at the society, at the system, at…Jun 26, 2022Jun 26, 2022
How does your body fight patriarchy?Overwhelmingly answering a question that puts me in front of the harsh realisation that every inch of my body and my existence is…Mar 19, 2022Mar 19, 2022
The Caring GameI want to write about my father and the shift in the caring dynamic of the relationship.Mar 13, 2022Mar 13, 2022
The first pageHello, my name is Rawan, and I believe that I am my mother’s daughter; I was made to fight, I believe my life is to be filled with coffee…Feb 17, 2022Feb 17, 2022
Where do we draw the limits?When we talk about active citizenship and dialogue, it calls for accepting others in spite of their differences and identities, and promote…Sep 27, 2021Sep 27, 2021
WRITE!Recently, I had a discussion with a group of amazing women on writing, why we all should write, and what writings from brown women can do.Sep 24, 2021Sep 24, 2021
My 25th Journey Around The Sun“I am turning 25, and my life is nothing like I expected it to be when I was 10”, I told my friend once, but little did I know, another…Aug 30, 2021Aug 30, 2021
Your Age Is A LabelIt bugs me sometime to be labeled by my age, where it determines my knowledge and experience of the world. It can also be a pressure factor…Aug 15, 2021Aug 15, 2021
