“Two” by Alia Yunis
This is a photo of my mom and her fellow teachers on the train in Baghdad, which my mom used to say was their weekend escape to the big city. My mom and her friends were Palestinians and Egyptians who at 18 years old were sent by their families to help out with finances by teaching newly oil-rich Kuwaiti girls Arabic, English and math. It reminds me that Baghdad once meant hope, sophistication and fun, not tragedy and terror. Continue reading