Traveling With The Ghangida

As autumn arrived at the end of last year and the season of Ramadan came and went, the school year started again for the students in Lebanon...

It’s hot, humid and the guy in front of me is chain smoking. I’m trying to remember not to put my bags of food down on the concrete floor be...

Walk down Hamra Street, one of Beirut’s main thoroughfares, on a Sunday afternoon and you will think that you’ve accidentally found your way...

This spring I found myself being a guest speaker at three different schools here in Beirut. At the first school I was a ringer since it was ...

“Do you think you can find your way back?” asked Mariam, a Palestinian woman from Bourj Al-Barajneh refugee camp who worked as the United Na...

I had a group of six boys in my class, ranging in age from ten to twelve. One of the boys, a small kid named Hammod, spoke English the best....