A stuffed goat on Youtube explores Kuwaitis’ rapidly expanding conscientiousness. Or something.
Be happy you’re not stuck in the mall. Looking for a parking spot is a lot harder than finding a spot to place your shoes at the Friday prayer service.
A little known poem penned by one of the world’s best selling poets, Gibran Kahlil Gibran, in the July 1926 issue of “Syrian World” (NYC’s first Arab American English newspaper):
New York Times reporters are truly on the cutting edge. They dig deep. They unearth the worms. They uproot the, well, roots. Everybody else is too lazy, or too stupid, to do any serious journalism. Everybody else covers the same old Negative Nancy material. They cover dance. And stuff.
Just stop everything you’re doing right now because it’s probably incredibly insignificant to what this short film is about to throw into your optic nerve.
Everyone asking for free professional advice. If you are a lawyer, then other guests ask you about immigration. “Doctor, can I show you my rash?” Dentist? They’ll all show you their cavities. Gynecologist? The bathroom is that way. Just make sure the hedges are trimmed
Look, aside from the World Cup, we Arabs really only enjoy two other things with equal pleasure: Fashion and Music. Take a look back at the last Arab wedding you’ve been to, remember Uncle Sammy dressed in a plaid powder-blue suit and dancing to Nancy Ajram with the ferocity that makes Mick Jagger look like a white boy at a Zulu coming-of-age ceremony.
The coolest pop-rock in Arabia will always be UTN1. Ever since the Arab spring started, there has been a surge in band’s popularity. Arab countries like Egypt have so many new bands now, and it has enriched the field building a new audience tired of being spoon-fed the same,old karaoke pop. Lebanon and Jordan are [...]
The Syrian regime’s brutal and targeted beating of dissident political satirist Ali Ferzat in Damascus in August prompted cartoonists around the world to respond with drawings illustrating the pen’s prevailing power over the sword. In Egypt, the cartoonist community has taken their solidarity one step further by compiling their drawings in a traveling exhibit of their collective support.
A question rears its head: If parties are supposedly spaces of liberty and escapism, how are we, the attendants, truly free if we are constantly isolated, paranoid, guarded?