One of the brightest, loudest, flashing neon-style sign that humanity can indeed get along is the upcoming Middle East Now festival in Florence, Italy. Yes, Florence, where that original coming out of the Middle Ages happened hundreds of years ago, is the city I believe could also be at the epicenter of a new cross-cultural Renaissance.
American foreign policy is controlled by fools. What else can one conclude from the bipartisan demand that the U.S. intervene everywhere all the time, irrespective of consequences? No matter how disastrous the outcome, the War Lobby insists that the idea was sound. Any problems obviously result, it is claimed, from execution, a matter of doing too little: too few troops engaged, too few foreigners killed, too few nations bombed, too few societies transformed, too few countries occupied, too few years involved, too few dollars spent. As new conflicts rage across the Middle East, the interventionist caucus' dismal record has become increasingly embarrassing.
The news that reaches the Diaspora is normally about the tragedies. This is an unsustainable way of engaging in the issue and in the interim between public abuses, there must be more real relationship building with potential allies.
My work is not within the accepted box. Maybe because I am a woman. Also an Arab. There was a certain prejudice about these things.
So how do we halt this group's operation and increasing violence? How do we express our outrage and anger without disseminating the propaganda and assisting the enemy? Here are 7 ways that I believe an ordinary person can help fight ISIS.
What ensues is a tragic and powerful tale of love and hate, tragedy and rebirth. Zilelian's prose is lyrical at times, but for the most part she crafts a purposely flat realism that perfectly complements her subject matter.
We need more such incentives to prompt journalists, bloggers and others to couple journalistic prowess with self-regulated ethics in a bid to avoid the force-feeding of often outdated or unfair laws.
There is no hope and no future for Lebanon as long as it is controlled by Hezbollah. The only way to weaken this party, that has the audacity to call itself the "Party of God," is to weaken it from within.
Saturday's smaller replay in Copenhagen of Paris' Charlie Hebdo massacre that left three dead (including the suspected shooter) and several injured begs the question: are cartoons art and entertainment or lethal weapons?
He's only 14, but Samer is already making difficult choices and sacrifices just to get a basic education. Living in a tent in Lebanon after fleeing the fighting in Syria with his mother and brother two years ago, Samer leapt at the first opportunity to return to any kind of schooling.
Both IFJ and UNESCO have been quite active in promoting the topic and have published guidebooks on how journalists can protect themselves in various scenarios that spell trouble. It's the belief that "an ounce of prevention is worth a pound of cure."
Some families were in self-constructed shelters, using plastic sheets and pieces of wood. Many of their shelters had let in snow and water -- bringing misery to their inhabitants trying to stay warm. Aid agencies politely call the living conditions of these people "substandard." In truth, they are squalid and often unfit for human habitation.
Here is a list of ten lessons Hezbollah likely learned from Operation Protective Edge, as well as what can be expected from them as a result, in a future conflict with Israel. Hezbollah is now significantly more battle hardened as its fighters have been engaged in deadly fighting in Syria for years.
Several weeks ago, Miss Universe pageant officials, naively or not, asked me if I wanted to come down for a few days for a Miss Congeniality-esque experience while the 88 women who had qualified from their respective countries got ready for the big night. Of course I did.
During a recent visit to Lebanon, walking along Hamra Street, I was taken back to my childhood. My father and I meandered down this road en route to my favorite spot. Constantly stopped by friends, eager to talk, it seemed to take forever to reach the Modca Cafe, and the ice cream I so eagerly anticipated.
I asked Bakri to disclose a few things about himself, in the first person. Hidden within his answers is the key to his present and future success.