Maskin’ Photos from Maggie’s Class!





Visit Palestine!

TYO staff and volunteers take advantage of any chance they get to enjoy the Palestinian countryside. But we live here, so it’s a bit easier… For those of you who don’t live here, or are looking for a different way to see the country, we wanted to share two exciting opportunities coming up for you to enjoy the hills, valleys, olive groves and wheat fields of the West Bank.

Abraham Path “Palestine Youth Summer Walk,” July 23 – 30
The Abraham Path Initiative is organizing the second annual youth walk through the West Bank. Young people from around the world will walk 70 kilometers from Nablus to Hebron, staying with families, getting to know each other, and enjoying the natural and cultural beauty of Palestine.

Peace Cycle,” October 9 – 23
A British non-profit organization coordinates this bike ride from Amman to Jerusalem. Participants will have the chance to stay with local families and enjoy the countryside and cities along the way. Furthermore, the trip will raise money for Oyooni Eye Clinic, an initiative that aims to deliver specialized eye care to diabetes and glaucoma patients in the West Bank and Gaza. Read more at

If you’re coming to Palestine with one of these exciting initiatives or on your own, check out for tips. And let us know if you come see the beautiful valley of Nablus and sample delicious knafeh!

Intern Journal: Impossible to prepare

Now that the first two weeks of the summer session have ended, it’s time to breathe. We had two weeks of intensive preparation for what we would face as summer teachers here at TYO, but nothing could prepare me for what I faced. Nothing could prepare Kelsey when a young boy brought a knife to her class. Nothing could prepare me for having to defer kids from my class because they were too old and there was only so much chaos I could handle in a classroom with two volunteers. Nothing could have prepared us.

But more surprising than the chaos piercing your ears while kids play with the parachute on the bottom floor or while I watch Maggie surrounded by screaming children running and playing games around during every session of her Summer Camp class was the love that has pierced us interns.

It is the look of calm love as Maggie smiles when children scream around her. It is the way Kelsey walks her six to eight-year-olds in a single line, holding their hands, to the buses after a three-hour class, slowing down to match their slower pace. It is the way Adam tries to childproof everything in the building to protect the children, from putting foam around sharp corners and sandpaper on the marble stairs to slow the children down as they run up and down the stairs. It is the way Doris seems to notice every time one of her 15 or more students seems remotely bored, tired or sad and how she always addresses it immediately with concern.

We have fallen in love with the smiles of these children, and it’s entirely thanks to the people that have helped keep this beautiful organization running whether it is by coming to work or volunteer at TYO, mentioning it to a friend, donating to the website, or even sending a link to family members of the blog. So, thank you.

Intern Journal: A space to play

This past Thursday I made a visit with my Palestinian TYO counterpart, Iman, to the sports club in al-Askar refugee camp. Because 12 to 14-year-old boys need significant room to play, and because the afternoon sun in July and August here in Nablus is oppressive, TYO decided to seek out a covered sports area for my soccer class. The indoor field at the al-Askar club resembles a warehouse – dim yellow light seeping through the tin roof panels, an eerie echo, and a tarmac surface. But given the suffocation of the neighborhoods in which most of the children reside, I imagined the space would overwhelm them with a sense of liberation.

The manager of the club, Hussein, insisted we drink tea with mint. Following patient greetings and some talk of weather, we toured the remainder of the facility. Like most everything in the camps, the structure has grown awkwardly and opportunistically over a 50-year period. It burrows down and juts out. It hugs the small stores that make their home in its bottom floor.

We descended into a cramped space in which paperback Arabic children’s books were stacked and stuffed haphazardly on cardboard boxes for lack of shelves. Through a metal door was a room so central to the building’s interior that natural light fought to penetrate its few slender breaches. A troop of young women, dressed in resplendent colors, danced in unison to traditional Palestinian dabka music. Each swing of a saber, each dip to the ground, each spin and each twirl, said the manager, has a special significance and corresponds to a lyric. I promised Hussein I would bring the rest of the TYO interns to see the girls perform.

On Monday afternoon, I returned to the center with 18 boys from our target areas. Hussein brought five boys from al-Askar camp, including his son. The boys were thrilled at the idea of soccer in mid-afternoon without being subject to the sun.Unsurprisingly, that time of day is generally reserved for napping and waiting in the shade. The soccer they know occurs for a few minutes at school or in the evenings when they climb over a wall to access a small paved court. Often these evening games are interrupted by aggressive and apathetic teenagers.

We formed four teams for a rotation. While half of the boys played on the field, the other half cheered from the elevated bleachers, eagerly hopping along the guard rail. The sound resonated above and filled the expanse with a thick roar. The dabka girls peeked bashfully through interior windows and then scurried away.

Space is a thing of privilege. For children who often see walls, but rarely see past them, a few hours of sustained release is a gift that TYO is delighted to provide.

-Adam Gardner

SOW Journal: What I’ll remember from Nablus

Yesterday, while visiting Adam’s soccer class in al-Askar camp, a little boy threw a rock at me. It hit me hard in the shoulder. I turned around expecting to see a mischievous young boy laughing at his own aggressive, little joke. But the boy was not smiling. With a haunting intensity, he snarled a string of vicious words at me. I do not speak Arabic, but I did understand one word:


I have spent almost a month here in Nablus, and this was the first time anything even remotely hateful has happened to any of us from Students of the World. Yes, every day at TYO we see saddening evidence of conflict in all its forms: in problematic home life, dismal living situations in the camps, and the regional conflict. But the children, the staff, the people here in Nablus have been so warm, so welcoming, so inspiring. Smiles and kind words have filled every moment of my stay here. The unwavering dedication to the preservation of childhood in TYO’s offices, the respectful exchanges in the streets, and the children wanting to play in the expanses of TYO’s halls—these will be my cherished memories of Nablus.

The rock hit me yesterday. Today, little Farida hugged me and called me her friend. Today, Suhad, TYO’s psychosocial specialist, held a focus group with five kids who, once shy and silent, talked energetically about their dreams. Today, the rowdy boys in Kelsey’s art class held up their artwork while smiling broadly, proud that they had created something.

And yet my shoulder still hurts as I type this. So does my ankle from the moment that I turned to skulk away from that boy. It reminds me that the fabric of Nablus is still tenuous despite the strength I see every day in the children at TYO and the staff that welcomes them into the classrooms. And it reminds me how important TYO is to Nabulsi youth, and what is at stake in this small city.

-Jack Moore

TYO is tweeting!

Today is a huge day in TYO’s social media evolution: we started tweeting! Over the last few months, full-time staff and volunteers have been working on TYO’s presence in the rapidly expanding world of social media. We feel good about our blog, thanks to local and international staff and volunteers, and even if we didn’t meet the requirements for a Vanity URL, our Facebook page is coming along nicely. (Check ’em out and see for yourself!) The next frontier to conquer was clearly Twitter!

TYO tweeting!

After all, one of our primary goals is to build bridges: sharing information about our work in Nablus with people beyond Nablus, and bringing insight and information from the outside world to improve our work here. Many underprivileged communities are isolated by various barriers, but this is particularly true of the communities we work with in Nablus, which are cut off from the rest of the West Bank, Israel and Jordan by physical barriers.

TYO’s twitter account will share news from TYO and our areas of work: early childhood development, psychosocial programming, community development, youth empowerment, social entrepreneurialism.

Why not follow us to find out more? And please tweet us @tomorrowsyouth to share your ideas about our work, our tweets, and how you’d like to help!

Faces of TYO Summer!

Thanks to our very talented Students of the World photographer, Annie, who has captured some of the very happiest moments of the first 5 days of Summer 2009 at TYO on film.

A few favorites are included below, but you can check them all out on her blog!