As my trip to Libya gets closer, I find myself reflecting more and more on where I come from, not in terms of geography, but in terms of values, character and way of thinking. For a couple of weeks I will be with my kind, the womenfolk of my mother’s family. My father’s family is well known here in Latakia for the toughness of its women but I seem to take the trait even further: a bearded lady among tomboys. You know that age old saying: men are men and women are women. I think my mum (and... Sign in to see full entry.