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© 2014-2018 Yara Zgheib All Rights Reserved

 

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These essays are a work of love; they are and will always be free.

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May 2, 2019

‘You know the fairy tale about the man who died, don’t you? He was waiting in Eternity to find out what the Lord had decided to do with him. He waited and waited, for one year, ten years, a hundred years. He begged and pleaded for a decision. Finally he couldn’t bear t...

February 21, 2019

One Thursday morning, a third grade teacher walked into her classroom and asked the blue eyed children to stand on one side, and on the other, the brown eyed.

Norman Rockwell - The Problem We All Live With, 1963

Every blue eyed child was asked to wear a green paper armba...

December 13, 2018

I saw a man pursuing the horizon;

Round and round they sped.

I was disturbed at this;  

I accosted the man.

“It is futile,” I said,

“You can never —”

“You lie,” he cried,  

And ran on.

- Stephen Crane, I Saw a Man Pursuing the Horizon

The lights are up again, as are t...

November 1, 2018

This essay is the last in a three-week series entitled On a Switch, inspired by the words of former US ambassador to the UN, Samantha Power:

‘No matter how small our actions may be, we have to model the principles that we believe in.’

The essays are stories of three dark...

August 23, 2018


'To live is the rarest thing in the world. Most people exist, that is all.'
- Oscar Wilde, The Soul of Man

Photo by Kelly Sikkema on Unsplash

On the first page: George Francis Train. Born in the United States on the 24th of March, 1829, of Francis Train and Ma...

July 26, 2018

All children are born looking up. Not all see the same sky; clear blue, cotton white, exhaust fume grey, red, black. Some are taught to look for shapes in the clouds, birds. Others for barbed wire and smoke. Some to spot words on blackboards and others, the trail of bo...

July 12, 2018

When he was five he rode his bicycle without stabilizers for the first time. He remembers the moment; where he was, the trees, sun beams streaming through them over his head. Mostly he remembers the feeling; an elated, fresh, gush of air. And the thought: I can go fast...

June 7, 2018

The spotlight this month is on Muna Ismail, intrepid food scientist who may have found a way to end famine in Somaliland. Read more about her here, or on Womanscape.

 Photo from Yeheb.org

She walks along the Haud plateau in arid, brown Somaliland. To the South and West i...

May 10, 2018

This month I explored Kristin Weis's Way of traveling. A new feature on sustainable, ethical tourism,  always proudly on Womanscape.

© Kristin Weis 2018

Clear day or not, you are most likely to find her outside, as close to nature as she can get; a family habit...

April 26, 2018

'I derive from the absurd three consequences: my revolt, my freedom, and my passion.’
- Albert Camus, The Myth of Sisyphus

You can hear it coming long before it appears on the dirt road, spitting, sputtering, clickety-clacketing at fifty-five kilometres an hour. The dri...

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