“For a Syrian, like myself, the whole road to my country has been, and always will be, filled with fatal riddles and dangerous words.”-Hussam Eddin Baramo
David Forrest weaves a narrative of friendship amid a catastrophe of war. This booklet elicits thoughts of how strange humanity is when it comes to war.
“There are memories for which we can live more than a life time.” —Brother of Rana Abdulfattah Photographs over the past several years have shown migrants and refugees crossing the…
There is a short poem of seven lines in The Scent Of My Skin: From Libya, London and every world I live in that embodies the metaphorical and literal edifice…