Opinion

When I was a little girl, I would always see my grandpa sitting on his desk, writing articles, and books,

Under the unforgiving Riyadh sun, my mother pleads with the sky to grant her the patience to endure her son’s

Dear Freshman me, As I sit here in the same blue chair at the same white desk in our room,

“If you live to the age of 18, you have lived enough stories to last you a lifetime,” the sound of

I felt so small on such a huge campus, but the truth was, I was small—I was eight. I was

This editorial was previously published in The Cairo Review. The latest war in Gaza has shocked the world by its

Photo Taken By: Julia Khalifat For the past 16 years of my life, I have learned to become a perfectionist.