Today we visited the Museum of the Palestinian People, a small but deeply moving museum just off 18th Street NW in Washington, DC. From the moment we entered, it was clear this space was thoughtfully curated to offer a rich and personal portrayal of Palestinian culture, history, and identity—something rarely given such a platform in the United States.
We joined a guided tour, which added a great deal of depth to the experience. Our guide was passionate and knowledgeable, walking us through the permanent exhibits with a focus on how the Palestinian story is told through art, artifacts, oral histories, and personal narratives. The tour began with ancient history and moved through centuries of cultural contribution, touching on language, architecture, and agricultural traditions.
We then moved into the more modern sections, where the exhibits shift in tone to reflect the colonial period, displacement, and resistance. The tour also highlighted the contemporary contributions of Palestinians around the world in art, science, and activism. There were pieces by Palestinian-American artists, poetry installations, and even interactive digital exhibits where we could listen to personal testimonies. It felt like a living, breathing record of a people who have managed to preserve their culture and humanity despite ongoing struggle.
One section focused on diaspora communities and how they continue to engage with and express their identity in exile.
What made this museum stand out was not just the historical content, but the sense of dignity and resilience that ran through every exhibit. The tone was not angry or didactic, but determined and humanizing. It was a powerful reminder that history is not only written in textbooks but lives in people’s stories.
Visiting the Museum of the Palestinian People was both an educational and emotional experience. It left us with a deeper appreciation for a culture often misunderstood or misrepresented. More than anything, it made me want to listen more—to stories, voices, and histories we don’t always hear.
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The Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum
Today we stepped into a world unlike any other at the Isabella Stewart Gardner Museum in Boston — a place where art, architecture, and intrigue all come together under one red-tiled roof. From the moment we entered, we could sense that this wasn’t a typical museum. It’s a deeply personal, intimate space — the lifelong
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4th of July in Boston
Our Independence Day in Boston was a perfect blend of American history, city energy, and summer spirit. We began the day at Long Wharf, arriving just in time for one of the city’s most stirring traditions: the USS Constitution sailing proudly through Boston Harbor. Crowds gathered along the waterfront to catch a glimpse of “Old
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Day in Boston
With the Fourth of July just a day away, we decided to take a short trip into Boston on July 3rd to enjoy some of the early holiday atmosphere and take care of a couple of errands along the way. It was one of those perfect summer afternoons—warm but not too hot, with a light