When we help

I often catch myself feeling ashamed when I explain to a refugee that I work as a refugee worker. I choose another term, say something like “I work with refugees”, to avoid at all costs the word “help”. Maybe when you study social work you […]

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It’s snowing now.. – Part 2

In March of every year, I die. I die so I could be reborn in April soft and sticky, so that I could miss the age of roses, the breaches of larvae, and the invasion of all the silk. In march I bid a kingdom […]

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Encounter under trees

She lunged forward as she stumbled over a branch that was lying on the track. Her hood slid over her eyes and as she lifted her arm to adjust it she realized again the weight of her backpack which made the straps cut her shoulder. […]

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It’s snowing now.. – Part 1

At this very moment, the complaints employee the electric power company hangs up, somebody steals a copper cable, and the lights at some house go out leaving some man to kiss some woman. Oil drips making the sound of a tick.. tick.. tick.. Slowly going […]

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The bubbles of my life

I’m often asked, if I could remember the time before the reunification. I can’t really because I was too young. But there are some fragments like the janitor, who swirled me around in the air and I lost my chewing gum, and maybe someone found […]

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War as a marginal detail

Today passes with the same routine since I was born, only the faces add something new that I can mention; before, I was a child that passersby looked at wondering what species was this creature. I am the same person today, with more baldness, and […]

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Double Standards

“It’s on me.” The pretty guy behind the bar winks at her with ice-blue eyes as he puts down the gin tonic in front of her. She beams at him, glad about the attention and then she soothes down her shirt before she takes a […]

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We dream today. We dream tomorrow.

Seeing the light of your smile is enough to make me want to live, even if metaphorically and nothing more. I only know a little about immigration; I know every letter that has been written about exile, eeriness, and tears in the darkest of the […]

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Publication Policy

This blog is designated to promote peace, and to provide insights on the attempts of different writers in different settings to find their pathways to peace no matter what the circumstances are. The board of editors holds the right to publish or reject any submitted […]

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Hazem

War makes me angry. It makes me angry and sad and powerless at the same time and whenever I hear a story or meet someone who has fled war, whenever I see pictures on TV, I want to cry. At some point in the last […]

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