By Keith Pereña
After a recent trip, a colleague came up and asked me how I was able to have photos of myself taken. I responded in a tone that would be best described as enthusiasm laced with a little bit of “everybody does this, right?” I simply told him that I asked passers-by to snap my photo and devote at least five minutes of their time to some stranger from another land. The reply I got was of shock. “But what if they ran off with your phone?”
Continue reading Can you trust strangers to snap your photo? Maybe
Beautiful handcrafted pottery made by Mama Aicha rarely sells in Morocco anymore, but thanks to social media her ancient techniques are drawing students from around the world to the foothills of the Rif mountains.
Continue reading How social media rescued Morocco’s last women potters
By David Light
That cross is an important artifact. It belongs in a museum.”
The curtain had just risen on the Steven Spielberg epic Indiana Jones and the Last Crusade followed by those couple of lines uttered by a young Indie (River Phoenix) and I immediately fell hook, line and sinker for history. While many would have taken away an admiration for trilby hats or Sean Connery’s Scottish lilt, I, aged four and far too young to be watching the picture, firmly set my sights on personally running an eye over as many ancient destinations and relics as humanly possible.
Continue reading Indiana Jones and the Last Charade: Play archeologist, travel endlessly
By Purva Grover
Playing in neighbourhood parks was the norm; diseased dogs roamed as freely in the unkempt grass just as mosquitoes bred uncontrollably. We were encouraged to return home with real bruises. Men would lurk around the park, but we were unaware of the danger they were to us. On a few days, we were handed over a rupee or more to buy ourselves corn on the cob, prepared by the roadside. Food poisoning wasn’t a very big threat.
Continue reading Everything that was once a dystopian thought is now the present
By Rohma Sadaqat
If someone were to ask me to think back as far as I possibly can to my very first childhood memory, then I am immediately transported back home to Pakistan.
Continue reading The scent of a memory
By Disha Dadlani
There’s not much that’s good about the summer. Neither the beaches and the ice creams, nor the pastels and the refreshing beverages. These are all just quick fixes to, well, ‘beating the heat’. But, let’s face it, there’s no beating the heat when it comes to the UAE’s hot weather.
Continue reading It’s summer, so why don’t you just, well, chill out?
By Sandhya D’Mello
I often like to treat myself to a Dh1 sundae cone at McDonald’s. Ah, the pleasure it gives me; sitting peacefully in one place and relishing the treat is beyond words. And on one such night — like a kid in a car anxiously waiting to hit the joint — I was too excited to grab one. With a sundae, sometimes the greed of also tasting those mouth-watering fries makes me smile; even as I write this, those long, pastel-yellow and salty spuds are something I’d love to have right now.
Continue reading The Dh1 sundae topped with joy and selflessness