I have always been terrified of the idea of reporting in Tunisia. Living and working in
Morocco, where press freedoms are pretty restricted, I couldn't imagine what is was like
for reporters there. I just knew it was worse. Over the years, I heard countless horror
stories...

Throughout the morning, winds were gusting up to 40 miles per hour in Manhattan.

Check out pictures of Williamsburg in the early afternoon. People came out of their homes to find cars buried under the snow or simply abandoned by their drivers.

Photos by Mehdi Lisi....

I don't know what is like for kids these days, but I was fed Disney movies throughout my childhood. I owned all the tapes, I knew all the songs by heart and I believed that with a little bit of will and patience I could one day live my own...

I always wanted to be a reporter. I am not sure why. I think I always saw in it a nice way to combine my interest in people and their lives and my love for story-telling. But mostly, a job without a set schedule and the opportunity to sleep late...

Last week, something extremely shocking happened: the Moroccan authorities took control of our newsroom and offices while we were working on that week's edition. They sealed the place and changed the locks. The next day, my editor informed us that the magazine had been pretty much sentenced to death and...

This past Saturday, we decided to spend Eid Al Adha, the Muslim holiday where people sacrifice a sheep, in the country side. We visited a little Berber village a few miles south of Marrakesh.

This is a tradition that has existed for centuries and Muslims all over the world...

Before last month, I did not feel the effects of the disastrous economy on my life. I paid the same rent, ate the same food, and as long as I was able to spend countless hours reading articles online, I didn't mind that stock markets were collapsing all over the...