During a recent visit to Lebanon, walking along Hamra Street, I was taken back to my childhood. My father and I meandered down this road en route to my favorite spot. Constantly stopped by friends, eager to talk, it seemed to take forever to reach the Modca Cafe, and the ice cream I so eagerly anticipated.
I remember when it first happened. Several years ago, I was sitting across from ...
When you become a Northern Californian -- a true Northern Californian -- you can develop a penchant for -- how do I put this? -- spiritual things.
Only by clinging steadfastly to a memory of a happy Syria can I believe that one day those who contributed to both sides of the current war will commit to help the victims of the conflict. Syrian refugees are dying in the cold, and the price of a jacket is far less than the price of a weapon.
So this is the day, the last of days. Three hundred and sixty-five days of protests, lay-ins, new laws, broken laws, innocent jailing, pride, nationalism, fear and hope. This day, without failure, wipes the windshield of mud and dirt, eternally with the promise of change.
The only thing "new" in this personal litany is to see it illumined by the emotionally hollow, worldly "new" that I witnessed on a long ago airplane ride. What is not new is how deeply satisfying I find my own treasures.
This is how a journalist who writes about human traffickers suddenly became a human trafficker himself.
Divisive thinking doesn't settle anger or fear but fuels both. In our common future, the problem is always the same everywhere--acting against our own happiness. The solution is to stop doing this and to find a new way to be happy.
This week's passing into law of Australia's Migration and Maritime Powers Legislation Amendment Act, which comes on the heels of a year of tightened border controls and refugee intake policy changes, could chill regional cooperation.
We have all lost in this fight. There are no winners, and with the announcement, pained feelings we have carried for five decades come to the surface.
Harsh winter weather is fast approaching in the Middle East. If the member states of the United Nations don't do something soon, the world's failure to deal with the catastrophe that is spilling out of Syria's civil war, could soon reach historic proportions.
In villages and towns across Suruc district, in south-eastern Turkey, there's almost nowhere you can travel these days without encountering a Syrian refugee.
It is a tale of loss and hope told in pictures by children whose lives have been forever altered by war, and it was laid out for everyone to see.
Every day that the Syrian conflict is allowed to continue, the world fails the people of Syria and the future of the Middle East. Yet this is not where the story ends, if one listens to the youth.
Today, around 30,000 Yazidis are living in makeshift shelters and camps in Turkey and Kurdish areas of northern Iraq struggling for help, mostly out of the news headlines.
Let there be light. This sentiment, often attributed to the deities, or pioneers in the fields of electricity and light bulbs, signifies that light shall cast the darkness aside. In Rwanda, some folks with solar lamps and some very good ideas have literally made this possible for people in need.