Kabul, too, was not happy

Kabul, too, was not happy… The weather had become bitterly cold. It was mid-November, and as the saying goes, we were nearing the forty-day winter period. The cold wind blew, and yellow, red, orange, brown, and even colors whose names might not exist—or...

Afghan Girls Are No Longer Visible

The sky above Kabul was a deep, foreboding grey, as if the sun had long ago abandoned us. The clouds hung low, like a mournful veil, casting a shadow over the city’s empty streets forever. This was not the same Kabul I had grown up in, where I had seen hope. The...

Rucksack to Freedom

  Despite seeing images all over the news of refugee children, it is still very hard for us imagine what it would be like to have to leave your home, your family, your country. To get on a train or a boat, not knowing where you are going but suspecting that you...

Make a difference on World Refugee Day

Imagine making the decision to leave your home because a civil war has erupted in your country and it isn’t safe to stay. You are forced from your home and have to search for shelter in a different part of the world. You are met with financial,...

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