Middle East

Making It Up Mount Sinai
by Shannon Bradford

We tumbled into the foothills of the Sinai mountain range with the breathless, wondrous, delectable naiveté that most befits young vagabonds… Read more >>

A City Through the Eyes of Love
by Mandy Huggins

Outside the Blue Mosque a sudden breeze picks up, and sparrows flutter across the grass like early autumn leaves… Read more >>


The International Expiration Date
by Sarah Katin

(Passion Category Winner in the 2013 WanderWomen Write Travel Writing Contest)

The place was bright and spacious. The floor wasn’t sticky. The patrons, a sea of mild-mannered men dressed in freshly pressed white robes, or dishdashas, quietly sipped Heinekens… Read more >>

Tel Aviv

Of Danger and Beauty
by Anna Elkins

The citywide siren filled every corner of the house—a house in Tel Aviv without a bomb shelter. During one of the siren’s low levels, I heard Tsach’s voice from the garden, “Anna, come and see.” Read more >>


Two WomenThe Shway Shway of the Vibrating Sisterhood
by Sarah Katin

(Adventure Category Winner in the 2012 WanderWomen Write Travel Writing Contest)

“Miss. Please bring your bag over here,” says the customs agent.

Those are not the words you want to hear. Ever… Read more >>

Woman

Breaking Frontiers
by Maliha Masood

I had trespassed in terrorist country. I had flirted with danger. I was lucky to make it back in one piece. So I gather…. Read more >>


SheepskinEid al-Adha: Sheeps!
by Shae Healey

It’s 5 a.m. and I’m wide awake studying the sharp slant of the ceiling and listening to the guttural purr of a stray cat in heat. The sharp moan of distress and yearning cuts through the winding alleyways of the medina and collides with the faint crackle of a nearby loudspeaker… Read more >>

woman prayingAmong the Believers
by Kit Habianic

In the heart of Damascus, encircled by drab government concrete and lanes of screaming traffic, lies an ancient city of a thousand wonders… Read more >>


camelCommiserating with Camels
by Alexis Wolff

I’m in the Negev Desert, approaching a tent that must sleep hundreds. It’s enclosed on all sides by what look like thick woven blankets, and I see through an opening that the ground is lined with dozens of colorful patterned runners… Read more >>

Maliha and fatherNot My Father’s Karachi
by Maliha Masood

“There are no crooners left in Karachi.” I’m not sure if he means it literally. But then my father goes on to talk about the Binaca Hit Parade. It was a popular radio program in Pakistan when he was growing up… Read more >>


mideast artMatters of the Flesh
by Maliha Masood

On my first visit to the Louvre, I was transfixed not so much by the Mona Lisa, but by Jean-Auguste-Dominique Ingres’s Turkish Bath, featuring a slew of nude damsels lounging in misty pools of steam and slippery marble floors. They were alluring, mysterious women, catering to the Orientalist inspired visions about the sensual East… Read more >>

Camel and guideWoman in the Dunes
by Maliha Masood

The jeep scaled up and down dunes, skidding in wide turns and crunching its tires on the squishy sand. I felt like a rubber ball bouncing inside a vacuum… Read more >>


perfume bottlesScent of a Secret Self
by Stephanie Dellosa

Within the Egyptian Bazaar of Istanbul was a perfume-maker by the name of Orhan. I do not ordinarily wear perfume, but I sought out the perfume-maker because I desired something very particular – my bespoke scent…. Read more >>


 
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