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I’m happy to share with you my latest article, at Göteborg Daily, on freelance writer and blogger Afrah Nasser. Afrah’s blog has been featured by international news media outlets such as CNN, BBC, Open Democracy and many more. So how did a girl from Yemen, in Gothenburg to study communications, become one the top voices reporting on the Middle East today? Read my article “How A Gothenburg Student Became an Important Voice From the Middle East” and find out.
Freelance writer and journalist, Afrah Nasser, sits down and explains that it’s been a long day. “The end of the semester is always the hardest,” she says.
Judging from her list of accomplishments, it seems the 29-year-old Nasser thrives on long days. A self exiled, political refugee, from Yemen, she has been residing in Gothenburg, Sweden, since May 2011. She is currently a graduate student studying communications at the University of Gothenburg.
Her blog, which focuses on human rights violations and revolution in Yemen, has been featured by CNN, BBC, The Monitor, and Open Democracy as being a top Middle East blog. The International Journalist Network cites Nasser as one of the most active female journalists on Twitter. She is this year’s recipient of the 2014 Dawit Isaak Prize …
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When my parents were first starting out, they lived in a gas station in Colchester, Connecticut. Not realizing how ungodly unhealthy it might be to do so – this was back somewhere around 1950 or 1955 – my father fashioned a lovely little home for himself and my mom. This gas station sat alongside the property that was my grandparents farm and my father, a carpenter by trade, had gutted the building and reinvented it, complete with white picket fence and window boxes. They lived there for some years.
After awhile, it was decided that it was time to build a real house of their own. They purchased land in East Hampton, Connecticut. Every night after work, both of them would return to that little gas station, eat, get dressed, and make the twenty-five minute commute to the site of their future home.
It was a home built with love and most of the work was done by my dad and mom. It was and still is, I assume, a beautiful house. Set on seven acres of land, it was a sprawling brick ranch with two bathrooms, a full basement and attic, large living room with a stone fire place, a den, dining room, breezeway, two car garage. The interior and exterior details were second to none … well, you can imagine. “God is in the details,” my mother would tell me.Read More»
A re-post from my blog at www.lisamikulski.com/blog.
Oh hell no! Not me. But yes, it did happen to me and it was dark and ugly and intense. I never expected to experience culture shock in Sweden. After all, I had visited the country three times and because of the relationship with my guy, I considered myself fairly well educated about the culture, work environment, the society and current events. I mean really, how much different can Sweden be from the US? Even more surprising was that I would experience this seven months into my move to Göteborg. So, when I began to wonder exactly what the hell was wrong with me, it came as a complete shock to learn that indeed I might be shocked. I’m not even sure that I’ve come out the other side of this cultural shakeup yet, but I’d like the think the worst is over and that the pendulum is now swinging toward something more normal. There were several other contributing factors to my melancholia, some of which I will share with you, some of which I will not. For the sake of this post, let’s focus on culture shock.
I was pre-warned about the dark, dark days of winter. And while it was always a concern, I am a solar powered gal, I can write to you that the utter lack of sunlight took a profound toll on my senses. When you hear about the dark Scandinavian days, they don’t just mean dark . . . They mean a total lack of sunlight. Gone were those warming rays of the sun that I once felt in my home land,Read More»