Daraj's corner

It is not that I do not like rest. I love sunlight, music, coffee, and slow days. But the rest I know does not exist

I want you to know that it was not my choice to be your guest. Leaving my hometown was not the idea I had in

“Surviving Lebanon, if you are not upper class, a child of a rotten politician or an ‘influencer,’ is an attempt to swim against the tide.

The hug after leaving prison is different from the hug upon entering. The latter is the unity of bodies that resisted, whereas the first is

Crossing dangerous checkpoints, evading nasty soldiers, risking looting and detention, a Lebanese bag of pleasures offers Syrians a welcome break from fear, deprivation, and economic

In the end of the day, it’s just another person getting off a plane on a Tuesday, in Boston or Istanbul or Manama or Paris

“The first picture I published was one of Paris by night, taken from the plane. The first response of a friend was: “They have that

Is seeing reality from more than one angle an act of betrayal? Have our dreams of revolution and freedom blinded us and made us turn