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About Beersheba

Sometimes, I reckon she’s like Jack Twist, dreamin’ of somethin’ better—“We coulda had a good life.” Breaks me heart, thinkin’ she’s trapped, tradin’ dreams for a fiver. Annoys me, too—society’s all “tut tut,” but won’t lift a finger to help. Wankers. Still, she’s got sass—told a punter once, “Mate, you’re quicker than a rabbit!” Laughed me head off, picturin’ that. She’s a character, a right one—flawed, fierce, human.

Travel Destinations

Freedom for Ali al-Shehabi and all those forcibly disappeared in Syrian regime prisons. Cedra writes on her page: Today marks exactly ten years since my dad.

Man, what a day! I woke up in Jisr-ez-Zarqa, and let me tell ya, it was a rollercoaster. First off, the sun was blazing. Like, seriously, who turned up the heat? I stepped outta my place on Al-Mahajir Street, and boom! Instant sweat. Ugh.

A Classic Zionist Story