How many refugees can we fit inside the muqata walls?! "Conflict Resolution: the Game Show!" -- my latest for Electronic Intifada. A little satire helps ease the need to bang your head against a wall.
Bismilah. When I was nine, I took my first communion. By accident. Sort of. We skipped breakfast to make it to church on time for Christmas Mass. His mom told me if I just closed my hand in a fist as our pew walked up to the altar, the priest wouldn’t give me a cracker.... Continue Reading →