Brooke Hoyer

It’s All a Matter of Perspective

His left arm lay dangling from his body. The angle was alarming–entirely unnatural. His midsection was in shreds, ripped apart by Serbian shrapnel that had punctured  

Nothing Else But Miracles

Samir was a teenager in love, his days full of farm chores, school and walking his girlfriend home. When war came to his corner of northeastern Bosnia,  

Sankar Raman

It Is a Genuine Reconciliation

Emmanuel Turaturanye was born and raised in a small town in Rwanda called Ngoma. His whole life he was taught by his parents to love and respect everyone,  

John Rudoff

There is Surviving and There is Living

Saron Khut was only ten years old when he and his family fled the Khmer Rouge-led genocide in Cambodia. His mother’s strength and a key decision one scary 

To Bear Witness: Even in Chaos

Teenagers when they met and fell in love, Abdullah and Hatidza did not let war stop them. After Abdullah joined the Bosnian army to fight for his country,  

The Heaven Between

War has been part of Saron’s family’s history for three generations. The last time he saw his father was when the Khmer Rouge came and took him away to be […]

A Resilient Daughter of the Arab Spring

Rama Youssef was 12 years old when she left Syria, escaping violence caused by the beginning of the Syrian Civil War. But life didn’t get easier for Rama when 

Sankar Raman

Surviving A Minefield Of Terrors

Too often the stories of refugees from ravaged lands force us to confront unimaginable suffering, terror, and trauma. Binh (Ben) Thach harbored such a tale in  

Karen Weliky

Building a Future With Forgiveness

When Romy Ahounou was just a little boy in the Republic of the Congo, war broke out. “My parents put me and my brother in a suitcase and put us […]

Jim Lommasson

Bowl, Central African Republic

Mariamou’s Abdoulye: It’s called tummude and we use it to hold milk. In the Fulani tradition we use it every morning to milking our cows or where we carry the […]

Jim Lommasson

Shirt, Makamba, Burundi

Olive Bukuru: This was the shirt I was wearing when my family first got on the 1st bus from Nduta Camp to another camp to be screened before we arrived […]

Jim Lommasson

Dodge Ball, Kanembwa, Tanzania

Divine Irambona: Life in the camp was hard for me. The only thing that kept me excited was playing a game with my friends. My favorite game was dodgeball  

Jim Lommasson

Hands, Mtabila Camp, Tanzania

Belise Nishimwe: Bird Call He taught me how to wrap my hands into one like two seas that clash with one another to form a cave