Khawla Shehadeh

The autumn light was fading as I walked behind a row of apartment blocks. The air was cool and quiet, only the sound of my own footsteps. An older man approached from the other side with clothes worn, face tired, hair and beard unkempt. My first thought was: “Am I safe?” My body tightened. I quickened my pace and avoided eye-contact. As he passed, something in me softened. The fear dissolved and a different thought surfaced: “Is he lonely? Is he okay? Does anyone care for him?” Moments later,...

Last night there was frost in parts of the Netherlands. Very unusual for August, and a clear reminder that nature does not care about our...

The other day, we were driving from our group retreat in the mountains of Spain to our apartment at the beach. It was a winding road on a...