Tales of Tripoli: Vivid Colors Despite The Paleness of Dismay by Rawan, Libya

Movements of the Tripoli streets are unaffected by life in Libya, or lack thereof in this case. Every day is a new day. We thank God for what we are given, we drive our children to school, we buy the groceries our wives ordered, we do our tedious jobs and... and we make lemonade.  

A Greater Journey by Christina W., Israel

It was a long, hot day, very typical for southern India at this time of year. By the time the sun rose over the palm trees and the pink roofs of the Ashram, hundreds of people were already roaming the small dusty roads on their way to breakfast, coming together for the morning chant and … Continue reading A Greater Journey by Christina W., Israel

The Box by Khaled K, Syria

Five years ago, I was living in a box. Not literally a box, but an extremely small room. When I lived inside this box, I lived like an animal in a cage. My life was controlled by other people. There were eighty people in this small box, all so close together that we were almost one. … Continue reading The Box by Khaled K, Syria

What’s the craziest thing you’ve done for a cause you believed in?

"We’ve been outraged, you and me by these new laws, and frustrated because we didn’t know what to do! Well, you have a way to do something now! I am proud of you, your baby nephew is proud of his auntie and Grandma would be the proudest of all! You’re going".

The Last Boy by Arik Sharga, Israel

I loved my grandpa. He didn't talk much, but when he did, he was honest and precise. He was as reliable as a human being can be. When I was 5, my parents divorced, and grandpa was like a father for me. In his youth, he survived the siege of Leningrad during World War II, … Continue reading The Last Boy by Arik Sharga, Israel