This post was first published on Between Borders. -- Germany is cold, in many senses of the word. Syria is warm, in many senses of the word. As more than 400,000 Syrian asylum seekers have made their way to Germany over the past two years or so, the challenge of integration, of adapting to … Continue reading Newton’s First Law of Refuge
"From various conflict zones, and climate displacement zones, refugees have clearly expressed that they’re done waiting. In this part of the world, and for many in Europe, their decision—their agentic, desperate decision to wait a little less harshly, elsewhere—has set off a domino effect of polarization and fear-mongering like we’ve never seen. And we make them wait more. We cling to control by inventing new reasons to wait."
Pity for Sisyphus, or anger at his rock, are equally as useless. Unfortunately, the Greeks didn’t chronicle what it felt like, what it meant, for Sisyphus to push his rock up the hill. Sisyphus’s story ranks as one of the most popular Greek myths, indicative of its imminent applicability to many struggles of modern man. … Continue reading Finding Sisyphus in Germany
I was about 8 years old the first time my Mom and Dad took me to Colorado. I remember one day of the trip in particular, as I had been looking forward to it for months. I remember the car ride, staring out at the craggy browns of the Colorado mountains and the mesmerizing contrast … Continue reading Le Petit Prince
In light of the recent escalation of Syria talk, war talk, and war violence, I can't help but cry out from the middle of the places that men in far away desks ceaselessly write about and talk about. If I could speak into the ears of American power... 3 September, 2013 Amman, Jordan Sir: Last … Continue reading If I could speak into the ears of American power
For Khalid, the beaches of Tartus are unrivaled. “The sand is white, no rocks to trip on, no urchins to sting you.” He told me this as he brushed off the pebbles that had stuck to his feet. “I don’t like it here.” Khalid, 16 years old, fled his native city of Homs just over … Continue reading The Hostess with the Mostest: Refugees and Host Communities in Jordan
So many backpacks bobbed by my building this morning. It is a sight I haven't seen since my first weeks here. Despite the noise and tremors to the North in Syria, to the West in Palestine, to the South in Egypt, for Jordan's children, school is still school. It's still drudgery. It's still that unwelcome … Continue reading Less Room in Homeroom