Dr. Khalid Dimyati is the first of our Zamalah Fellows to return home from a successful research-training visit abroad. The visit allowed him to complete a liver transplant training course at one of the world’s most advanced liver transplant facilities: the Apollo Hospital in New Delhi, India.
Al-Nayzak Association for Supportive Education and Scientific Innovation launched the first of its kind free Arabic iPad application that is based on the thoughts and ideas of Palestinian teachers and educators.
21-year old Omar was always determined to receive a world-class education. He excelled in his SATs ( write the full words) and was accepted at the American University of Beirut (AUB) in 2010, but he couldn’t afford the tuition. Omar applied for and got a full scholarship.
The Art Bus is fully equipped with colors? Coloring tools? and materials needed to unleash creativity. Trained volunteers use the bus to roam marginalized areas of our beloved Palestine. To date, the Art Bus has reached more than 1,000 children.
My son Walid was smart and confident and interacted well with his teacher. My problem with Walid was his fear of the dark. After nightfall he wouldn’t leave my side, scared to even go near the balcony. His phobia worried me, what if it was the sign of a serious psychological problem?
Wednesday March 4, 2015 Ramallah, Palestine Seven Palestinian entrepreneurs who took part in the Welfare Association’s FastForward business accelerator program presented their businesses, progress to date and plans for the future.
A group of children from Mustaqbali Program participated in painting and coloring walls at Gaza Seaport to enhance the area and recreate talents of the children.
We walk through the narrow alleys of the Old City of Ramallah, alongside women in loose white scarves and embroidered Palestinian thob, children well-dressed, men with checkered kufiya or hair gelled back, some playing chess or barcges
“I WRITE UNDER PROTEST. I HAVE ESCAPED TO THE ENDS OF THE EARTH, BECAUSE, HAVING LOST THE CENTER OF MY WORLD, I BECAME FREE TO ROAM, TO FLOAT, TO TRY TO FORGET THE UNFORGETTABLE. IT IS TOO PAINFUL TO TRY AS YOU ASKED ME TO RECONSTRUCT MY DAYS IN ARAB JERUSALEM, ALQUDS, OR AS WE SAID IT, AL’UDS.” EXCERPT FROM A LETTER BY ARTIST VLADIMIR TAMARI TO HIS SISTER VERA TAMARI