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We Lined Up for Bread and He Massacred Us
Here in Idlib, Syria, we have gone back to the most primitive ways of living: We cook on coal. We wash our clothes by hand. But we are surviving. Some days it feels like a miracle.
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In His 70s, a Congolese Physician and Refugee Dreams of Medical School Once More
From the Congo to a refugee camp in Kenya to resettlement in Austin, TX—this is the story of a doctor who is starting over.
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The Guatemalan Asylum Seeker Who Was Almost Deported—to Mexico
I told him clearly in that interview: “I am here because I’m afraid I will be killed in my country. I cannot return to Guatemala. I will die if I do.” The immigration officer acted like he did not understand.
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My Hijab Looks Great with My Cowgirl Boots
We left Syria at five a.m. on the morning after my ninth-grade exit exam.
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When Sleeping in the Room with a Dead Body Is Your Best Option
I do not want to be tire. My life is tire.