Where do I begin? Shall I start from the time my neck used to turn  with every hot girl passing down the streets? Or the time I actually  started crushing on my boyfriend’s sister?
Well, I was 19 when it all began, or when I started noticing it.
Before it was only friendship to me. I [...]

Mon amie a peur des statistiques:
- Tu imagines ? de nos jours, il y a 1 homme pour 7 femmes au Liban !!
- Et alors ?!
- Kif « et alors » [...]

I want to tell you a little about my closet, my home, where I live.
It is a tiny tiny room, with enough space to fit just me.
Wherever I go, my closet comes with me, surrounding me.
I have never been anywhere without it, it is my constant companion.
With wooden walls so thick that nobody was able [...]

It all started when I was three days old, and there was this hot nurse… no, actually, that’s not it. However, seven years later, I was a bit what they call a “Hasan Sabe.” I don’t know why everyone found pleasure in calling me that; there were enough guys in the family already! I would [...]

I am a 16-year-old girl and a growing activist. It all began with a magic purple card that was given to me by an older friend. That’s when I started learning about activism. The day I got this card, I checked the website as soon as I got home, and there I found answers to [...]

This is the continuation of  “The Secrets We Carry: Stories of Molestation” Read Part 1 here.

Carla was the first to open up about her story. She told it very straightforwardly.
“My story is really simple. It ends in 4 or 5 sentences. It effect on me, however, was beyond what words can explain. I [...]

I’ve never really been religious. I grew up with a father who is very anti-religious and I considered myself very lucky for that. Recently however I was re-introduced to the idea of fitra and it had nothing to do with God.
The first time I learnt about fitra was in deen class. Our teacher was telling [...]

بدأ العد التنازلي لاحتضان سنة جديدة مفعمة بالحياة والحب والمثليّة، (مثلية؟ وين؟ وين؟! ) للمحظوظات والمحظوظين، بينما تحتضر سنتي الثالثة على التوالي دون اي “انجاز” يستحق الذكر والتباهي. فما زلت تلك المثلية التي لا تجيد *حتى* الاستمناء (بعيدا عنكو. باستثناء تلك المرة التي اصريت فيها ان تظهر سكارلِت جوهانسون في زقاق مخيلتي). فيخطر لي احيانا [...]

“Do you like girls?” he asked me.
“Do you like girls? Are you a lesbian?” my brother insisted.
“Yes!” I replied.
“It’s just a phase, you know that?!” he said. “Marriage will change your whole idea about sex, ask me!”
“It is not like I chose it,” I explained. “It is not like I can change it. It’s been [...]

One day, I took my 10-year-old brother shopping.

We were looking at some T-shirts and we came across one that had the transgender symbol printed on the front with the fist of power in the middle. There was also a sentence on it. It said: “Fuck the system player.”
When he saw the word “fuck”, my brother [...]