A young woman carries on a correspondence with the land she left and grieves for, and adds a postscript to the world.

Bitterness gnaws at my soul as I long for safe shelter, warmth, a cup of coffee and the routine melody of life.

Lebanon finally has a president, after more than two years of no leader. But it’s bad news for refugees.

We want a life with meaning. If you respect human rights, you must work toward a permanent solution and meanwhile, let us live in dignity.

When you see these pictures in the news and on social media, what do you really see? More importantly, what do you do?

War can forge unusual friendships.

These Palestinians fled Syria for safety–to Gaza.

Iraq to Gaza: This family escaped from one hot spot to another.

I read about the refugees still flooding the world. Their story is my story.

Every young boy deserves to know where his home is.

President Trump’s cuts in the budget for Palestinian refugees puts our dignity on the chopping block.

I looked at the woman’s wrinkled face, and in it I read the history of Palestine.