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Microcosm

  When you leave it  all behind for somewhere brand new, a lot of things happen.  The experience can swing from loneliness to closeness. I'm fascinated by the way expatriate life affects different people. I've been slowly documenting the day to day of the expat English teachers at my private school, here's a peek of what I have so far. I've found someone downtown...

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Lovingly rambling about a house I don't live in.

If we fall apart out there, here we come back together again. Darting up the stairs, ancient and stoney up away from the road. Down there we jostle in and out of traffic and ignore the catcalls, shake off the stares. Faster, up around the corner we run to the little metal gate , behind it, great tall trees with names we don’t...

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Holy

Everything here is holy, every mountain is named in my Bible. This is the promised land. I was warned that this place might not bring me any closer to my faith, that it might wreck what I had instead of strengthening it as so many of the faithful hope for when they come to Israel and Palestine. This weekend I made a pilgrimage...

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Breaking Bread and Climbing Walls. I wore, I thought, I saw.

I wore A lot. Considering it's nearly 90 out and sunny all day. Of course, that's pretty normal. Nablus is definitely on the more conservative end of the list of middle eastern cities and because there are so few westerners here, all eyes are on us. I try to err on the side of caution with my dress, as a teacher of young...

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That Ajaniib life: Day One

One of the benefits of my lifetime of nomadism is that I quickly settle into any new place, I'm not easily fazed or made wary of newness. I still see each new city he way I did growing up- so eager to soak up every little thing, to find rhythm and find home. Ever since I stepped on a plane out of Egypt...

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Packing, purging and the joys of letting it all go.

I'm two weeks out. I'm packing all of my clothes, all of my art, furniture and beloved textiles away. Every day my walls are a little more empty and my living room, more cluttered with boxes. I love it. A lot of things about this move have felt at once rushed and too slow, and that's where I am right now. According to...

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I wore, I thought, I saw.

I wore: I'm a nerd and so I keep trying to get away with wearing this Rwandan turban that is so incredibly different than my normal lacrosse-mom style. Fresh starts all around, I guess! High school me would love it which is a good indication that it's cool because I was pretty fearlessly quirky back then. Gahaya Links Sun Catcher Turban Headband  This headband...

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Palestine : Ready or not.

I've been in the US for five years now, and if you know me you know that is a very, very long time. After I graduated last year and relocated to DC, I started to meet the women in N's graduate program at Georgetown. I made some very close friends, and after a year of being surrounded by brilliant girls who encouraged me...

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