In the Israeli TV series there are no rulers or ruled, no occupation, no historical background, no checkpoints, no poverty, no home demolitions, no expulsions, settlers or violent soldiers
The longer I stay abroad, the more I feel this column isn't fulfilling its primary purpose: Testing the limits of a Palestinian Israeli's freedom of expression. So I've decided to take a break
My wife felt as if she was about to die, so I called an ambulance. I got really stressed out, because I didn’t think I’d have time to dress appropriately before the paramedics showed up
Reflections on political humor, violence, kids and even squirrels during a nighttime taxi ride from the airport
A writer friend who has arrived in the United States makes a shocking discovery when she goes to buy a smartphone
Even while waiting in line, Arab and Jew quarrel over the eternal question: ‘Who was here first?’
Sayed Kashua Am I Being a Racist to Show Concern Because My Daughter Is Hanging Out With White People?
My boys have somehow become friends with immigrant children; their best friends are of Italian, Brazilian, Greek and Israeli origin. It’s my daughter that I’m most worried about
The slightest change in plans knocks me for a loop
The myth of the American dream sometimes seems to be stronger outside the U.S.
Sometimes I forget that being a part of the Arab minority in America doesn't give me license to resort to offensive humor
The weather forecasters must have picked 'Harvey' only because they were certain it would be a mild hurricane, professional and caring
Will my old, existential political rage come back once I return to Israel from the U.S.?
I never thought I would miss my Jerusalem university – until I heard how much I'd have to pay for my daughter to go to college in the U.S.
It all started with a pair of ill-fitting Adidas cleats
In Israel, every stranger is a threat; I take extra care to show that I'm not like all the other Arabs, in hope of avoiding violence. Things are different in the U.S.
My teenage daughter knows me too well
My friends tell me I should be glad I'm not in back in Jerusalem, but is it just because they don't want to see me?
'No one in this house drives a car before they’re 18,' I declared. Next thing I know, my daughter texts me she passed her driving test
My daughter is ashamed of me, my son refuses to read books, my doctor doesn’t predict a rosy future for me. But we're living in America, and that's what counts
Is it possible that Arab spies provided the information that Trump shared with the Russian foreign minister?