Sometimes it’s those chance encounters that enrich our lives the most.

Oppression and suffocation go hand in hand.

We protest in frustration and anger, but therein lies hope.

My teacher is like me: He had everything but a life in his homeland.

Notice the lives around you. Everyone has a story.

The tragedy of the Rohingyas reminds me of the experience of my great-grandfather’s generation during the Palestinian exodus.

Every photo in the news of a Syrian refugee has a story behind it. Imagine for a minute just one, a little girl named Amina.