A Friendship Torn Apart
Wearing the dress my friend bought me, I pick up my phone and select her name, but do not dial her number. I log...
My Mother, The Accidental Activist
My mother is in her late forties, and she can’t read or write. She has been attending literacy classes for the past ten years,...
Humiliated for a Bag of Bread
Until Syrian government forces placed Ghouta under siege towards the end of 2013, it was still possible to travel there by bus from Damascus....
