Document, Myo Thu Gyi, Burma
Mohammad Ali: This is my Family Registration Card which the Myanmar Immigration and Population Department issued. Description about the Registration
Category: Genocide
Prayer Beads, El-Gadarif, Sudan
Rudwan Dawod: These are prayer beads (Misbaha). They are very common in my native country of Sudan, particularly among Sufi Muslims.
Photo, Battambang, Cambodia
Sivheng Ung: Picture of me and my siblings, 1973. Bettambang. It’s a very rare survival picture of us, taken during my senior year.
Coffee Pot & Grinder, Sarajevo, Bosnia
Imam Abdulah Polovina: In this photo you can see an old traditional handmade coffee bean grinder and the traditional coffee called “dzezva” for making Bosnian
Photographs, Ngoma, Rwanda
Emmanuel Turaturanye: My family my Pride Daddy was killed on 9 April 1994 I carry this picture because it keeps his memory and spirit alive in me.
Photographs, Chongkal, Cambodia
Saron Khut: In 1980 my mother, my sister and I escaped Cambodia carrying only a few things, as we walked to the Lumpook refugee camp in Thailand.
Coffee Cup, Juba, South Sudan
Rudwan Dawon: More than 11 years ago, when I was leaving my beloved country of Sudan, my colleagues from Juba University gave me this tiny cup for coffee.
Baby Clothes, Damascus, Syria
Rama Youssef: When I was 12 years old and getting ready to move to America, I made sure to bring this jumper with me. All my older sisters wore it […]
Qur’an, Sarajevo, Bosnia
Imam Abdulah Polovina: This is the opening part of the holy Qur’an that I brought with me from Bosnia and Herzegovina where it shows my birth
Books, Sarajevo, Bosnia
Imam Abdulah Polovina: This is the photo of an old collection of Mawlid poems and recitations. The term Mawlid is part of the daily vocabulary of the Muslim population
Ceremony Bowl, Cambodia
Sivheng Ung: My mother’s silver ceremony bowl. This kind of silver bowl, my mom used it to collect blessing water or for special occasions such as weddings
So Many People, So Many Miracles
Twenty-one-year-old Samir Mustafic was in the small orchard behind his home in Bosnia when Serbian bombs rained down upon his family’s property.
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,
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,