Month: August 2017

The Unseen Life of Refugees in Greece

Sitting on the floor of my Afghan friend’s small apartment, our mouths watered as the smells of turmeric and basmati rice covered in hot oil and salt floated from Masuma’s kitchen. Stuck in a never-ending game of UNO with her…

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Living Among the Refugees

Refugees immigrating to America have a long road before feeling like they belong. I remember that feeling of not belonging, even though I was never a refugee.   Some of my first memories are from a refugee camp. When I…

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The Boys: Thoughts on Book X of The Brothers Karamazov

This was a book about boys. The cruelty and compassion of young teenagers. How education and knowledge can puff us up; how society can fail to teach us morality. How being smart alone will not save your soul. How incredibly…

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Looking for Freedom and Security

Growing up as the daughter of immigrants I often heard stories of how and why my parents made their way to the U.S. I was fascinated by the sense of adventure with which my dad would tell us about escaping…

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Be Not Afraid

We don’t know quite what else to do We have all our beliefs But we don’t want our beliefs God of peace, We want you. –Aaron Weiss   I have irrational fears.   They used to be small–pumping my own…

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Life in Za’atari: One Month in a Refugee Camp

I remember seeing the images, pictures of children covered in dust, debris, and blood. The 2015 photograph of three-year-old Syrian refugee Alan Kurdi, who drowned during his family’s flight to Europe, left me devastated. More photographs followed, images of devastation…

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Preliminary Investigation: Thoughts on Book IX of The Brothers Karamazov

With a title about a preliminary investigation and the first few chapters all about the various lieutenants and prosecutors district attorneys and such, I did not have very high hopes for this book. Coming straight from the frenzy of Mitya’s…

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Surviving Church

“Should we go to church this morning?”   My wife and I ask each other this question every week. We have for the last two years.   It didn’t used to be like this. We once considered our church a…

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Inhabiting Instead of Defending

I’m making dinner when a group of strangers comes tromping through my garden to the back pasture where the steers and pigs live, stopping first to see what I’m growing in the garden. My dog is barking at them. He’s…

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The Refugee Down the Pew

Sitting down the pew from her, you wouldn’t be able to tell. She’s got a small scar on her cheek from a fight with a boy in camp. She has another on her knee, the result of a fall as…

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