Until Next Time
Journey of a Peace Corps Volunteer in Tanzania, East Africa.
Blast of the Past:
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How you see a country depends on whether you are passing through it, speaking the language, living in it. How you see a country depends on... -
From Khartoum, to Riyadh to Washington DC, my entire life feeding off the energy of fast living, tall buildings, overcrowded buses and b... -
My Wonderful Host Family. Successfully Put Up My Host Sister's Mosquito Net. Morning Walks to School with Our Very Own Vill... -
Bagamoyo, Tanzania When I returned to the U.S back in August from my four months of travels, landing in JFK New York City, I sto... -
Dar es salaam, Tanzania Let me tell you about a time when I broke a promise. During my previous travels to Africa, I vi... -
As a child I watch my grandmother cook food smell of country, planting vegetable gardens and walks to market and sarcasm and tough lo... -
The oceans collapse and waves timidly kiss the shore. I think of everything being washed away, the mistakes, the heartbreaks. We... -
My Darling. Laundry Day! Mama helping me wash clothes by hands. Washing Dishes like a Pro. Maandazi...Tanzanian fried dount... -
Washington, D.C Today marks four years since I began my journey of faith and embraced the hijab , and six month since my decision ... -
I have always loved the idea of living in a big city. The panorama, the skyline, the energy. New York is known for its div...
About Me
- Abir Ibrahim
- American-Sudanese by the way of Washington, DC. A recount of my travels and now a Peace Corps Journal.