How Hebrew teaches us someting about ourselves
Somehow, I fell in love with Hebrew. I think I became passionate about the language quite early on. I remember in my first days at college when I held a loaf of bread at the dinner table and told my mom how its shape resembled the Hebrew letter saad or tsadi: צ. The loaf of bread was obviously quite disfigured, and instead of being round it took the shape of the Hebrew letter, whose lower part undulates like a belly dancer.
Turkey hit by wave of attacks as it continues Middle East military strikes
At least nine people fell victim to a spate of attacks in the Turkey's largest city Istanbul and the south-eastern province Sirnak on August 10. As the country gets knee-deep in the Middle East crisis, the fear of more attacks is pervasive.
Ever since Turkey launched military operations backed by lethal U.S. drone strikes in Iraq and Syria last month it has been beset by a series of small attacks in which at least 20 security officers have been killed as well as dozens of ethnic Kurds.
A stolen biscuit
It was almost break time at the girls’ school I worked at in Douma. As I walked down the corridor, I heard a girl crying and went to investigate.
The sound was coming from the fifth grade classroom and inside I found Ghada, our head teacher, trying to calm two young girls.
One of them, Sidra, had emptied the contents of her bag onto the floor and was crying and shouting accusations at her classmate.
“You stole it!” she said.
