Dr. Khaled Nigim, along with his family, has made Sarnia-Lambton home since 2008. Khaled’s professional background is as an academic and electrical engineer, specializing in renewable energy. Before arriving in Canada almost 25 years ago, Khaled managed the planning and implementation of many infrastructural projects for the Palestinian Economic Council for Development and Reconstruction (PECDAR).
My dear sister: I am so sorry, my sister. No matter how much I speak, I cannot describe the suffering we have endured. I speak to you and weep for everything I have lived through. I remember what I saw, what I experienced, and what I am still experiencing during this war and genocide. We
My grandmother, Tayta Fadela Al Haj, was born in 1926, while my grandfather, Seedo Mohamad Abdul Mooti Mansour, arrived in this world in 1925. She was a young 22-year-old, and he was 23 when they were displaced from Saffuriyya, located a short distance from AI Nasirah (Nazareth). The year 1948 destroyed their village, besieged and
These simple, rustic pieces of pottery have made the remarkable journey from Gaza to the UK and now to Sarnia, Canada! I am a Palestinian from Gaza and my wife is English, and we lived in Gaza from 1984 to 2000, after which we immigrated to Canada. My mother and father-in-law came regularly to visit
My name is Tareq Abu Shindi. I moved to Sarnia Canada in 2012 with my Canadian wife. I would like to share with Canadians my frustration and the injustice that happened to my family. I was born in Jordan to Palestinian parents who were forced to move and leave their homeland in 1948 in what’s
“What you got there, ol’ man?” He raised his head and met the bloodshot eyes of the skinny guy on the neighbouring cot who had just spoken. Another junkie. Or tweaker. Or crackhead. Same difference. Like all the young ones in the shelter. He looked back down at the tattered newspaper clippings he had spilled
Parched He looks around uncertainly, focuses on what has changed. His glasses are gone, hearing aid too; no socks, loose slippers, he’s wearing someone else’s shirt. The tv’s a long way off and muted. So many faces he can’t place. There are screams and sobs; bodies sleep or rock in wipe clean wing chairs. In
Edna’s Mouth Edna and her mouth. They are never separate. Electric pink gums that are slowly receding from the ocher-rimmed peg teeth. “People with mouths like that go nowhere in life,” your mother said as she was spending a wad on the orthodontics that would take over your face for two years. It’s true. Who
THE MANSION [ EXCERPT ] ______________________ June 2006: It felt good to be in the old neighbourhood– Travelling to a vegan potluck at a house On Sutter Street on foot gave me A chance to see my first home in the city again. In between a Solid brick Black Protestant church & Expensive luxury condominiums
The old house, built in 1895, was the best of weathered antiques having hugged North Rogers Street from days of horses to days of horse-powered engines, and now to electric cars. As the story goes, Grandad purchased the old house shortly after returning from WWI by merely signing his name on a blank piece of
