Errazzouki reflects on her personal identity as the Muslim granddaughter of a Jewish grandfather.

It was raining heavily that May morning in 2019. I reluctantly walked into the law firm’s office in Auckland, greeted Joy, the receptionist and legal assistant, and took a seat, waiting for the lawyer to witness my will. I heard him talking to a client in French, which I’d studied many years ago at...

In memory of the horrendous attack at the mosques in New Zealand, a defence of migrants, refugees, and a plea for moderation to confront the extremism that threatens further attacks.  

Reflections on the Supreme Court during the Trump Presidency as the tattered clothes of National Security conceal the viciousness of partisan politics and xenophobia. 

Kosovo illustrates how nationhood can bring peace and hope to a community in spite of nationalism's legacy of war, historical revisionism, and oppression.  

“I am Muslim” is now an incomplete sentence, an utterance that must be finessed with a comma and another embedded sentence to mitigate the dismaying associations of the word “Muslim."

One week after the bombings in Boston and I still feel the urge to write about this so much.