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

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

Fearing the Next Explosion

by Aziza Roshani, Afganistan It was the first week of the month of Ramadan, May 31st 2017, and a regular summer day in Chittagong, Bangladesh, the place where I had come from my home, Afghanistan, to study. At 1:30pm, I was on my way to my performing arts class. That day, I woke up late … Continue reading Fearing the Next Explosion

Stopping the Cycle

Since I was very young, I have always had so many questions. I always wondered, “Why there are hungry people in this world even though we have enough food to feed everyone? Why do people die from curable diseases just because they can’t pay for medical care? Why is there war even when most people … Continue reading Stopping the Cycle

A Path to Grow, by Abd-Allah T., Gaza, Palestine

I understand how closed communities feel about their beliefs. I understand how in these communities, the narrative can be easily set by the people at the top because interaction with the different sides of the argument is minimal. I understand how someone can be attached to their beliefs as a result of being nurtured in … Continue reading A Path to Grow, by Abd-Allah T., Gaza, Palestine