Atheist in Tunisia – Me and Islam (Part 2)
How I became a seeker again as an atheist in Tunisia (unintentionally) I did not intend to engage with Islam.Really did not. I didn’t move to Tunisia to find God. I’m not going through...
Eine planlose Ex-Schweizerin navigiert Tunesien. Du solltest ihr nicht folgen. Wirklich nicht.
This is where things get serious. My view of the world, Islam, loneliness and sleepless nights. No mincing words, no filter – just Zia trying to understand life (and herself) in Tunisia.
How I became a seeker again as an atheist in Tunisia (unintentionally) I did not intend to engage with Islam.Really did not. I didn’t move to Tunisia to find God. I’m not going through...
I worship the sun.That’s one of those sentences where my inner know-it-all pauses briefly to check whether I’m steering myself into a mystical corner. I’m not. I mean it quite plainly, physically, existentially. During...
I am an atheist.Not one of those uncertain “I just don’t believe” atheists, but a pretty relaxed “I’m done with religion” version of one. My inner smartass usually sits there with her arms crossed,...
or: How I became an involuntary sex therapist at Christmas I went to Amine’s flat on Christmas Eve with a clear mind.And I left with a clear mind. In between… let’s call it communal...
Welcome to the first instalment of my Digital Dating Slang Dictionary—where we study the most confusing types of modern men in their natural habitat: the chat window. A guide to digital masturbation disguised as...
alias: My friends’ creativity is starting to worry me This theory falls into the category: “Technically not impossible, but so unlikely that it’s actually funny.” This is how my friends put it: “What if...
(alias: My friends watch too many crime documentaries) This theory is… dramatic. And highly entertaining. Every time I travel, at least one friend comes up with a scenario so exaggerated that even Marvel Studios...
Theory 1: The Master Manipulator (When my friends turn my love life into a pilot episode of a crime series) It always goes the same way: As soon as I mention there’s someone new...
It is Sunday.I woke up early as always in my apartment by the sea in Chatt Meriem.Luna was still sleeping, curled up like a comma at the end of a peaceful sentence.After coffee, we...
When you put up small flyers in Chatt Meriem asking for help learning Tunisian Arabic, you don’t expect it to turn into a social experiment about attraction, culture and restraint. But that’s exactly what...