Grandma in the Frontline of Bolivia’s Gas War

BY BLANCA ARISMENDI La Paz, Bolivia 2003 The country was on the cusp of an uprising. President Gonzalo “Goni” Sanchez de Lozada’s decision to export natural gas through Bolivia’s historic enemy, Chile, triggered a nationwide rejection. Starting in February, numerous…

To Develop or To Defend

BY BLANCE ARISMENDI Cecilia stood in front of a seated crowd, both her hands gripping the microphone.  With a broken but firm voice, Cecilia Moyoviri told her audience ”If this road is constructed, we as Indigenous people, along with our…

2006 Didn’t Defeat Lebanese Patriotism

BY JUANA LEE According to an IDB study conducted by the Herzliya Conference, Israeli Jews were just as patriotic following the 2006 Israel and Lebanon War. But, what about Lebanese survivors?  In an interview, Nadine, now 23, recalled the strengthening…

The Day I Met My Daughters

BY TARA HEIDGER Nashik, India “Chris!  We have less than an hour before we have to be there and you want to take a shower?”  I asked my husband as he grabbed his soap and looked at me with a…

Endgame for Rukban

 BY AMIR KHOUZAM AND TARA HEIDGER At the Rukban informal IDP camp on the Jordan-Syria border, desperation can be measured by the price of bread.  This past month that price has doubled.   The small markets and bakeries sustaining the 50,000…

Fleeing from Fahaheel

BY S’HA SIDDIQI On August 2, 1990, a thunderous boom rattled the streets of Fahaheel, Kuwait. It was early morning and 26-year-old Asma Ahsan had just returned to bed after nursing her infant son back to sleep. Her eyes fluttered…

Hebron Head On

BY AMIR KHOUZAM “Passports,” barked the soldier. He seemed small, smaller than the gun he held in front of him like a shield, with the muzzle pointing at the floor so he could move down the aisle of the bus.…

Neelab Yousafzai: A Journey of 6780 Miles

BY JUANA WAI SUM LEE Neelab Yousafzai, a Master’s student in Human Rights Studies at Columbia University, was raised during a particularly violent period of Afghan history. “I witnessed abductions, I saw people getting hung in front of my eyes,…

The Crossing

BY S’HA SIDDIQI Ajaz Khan ran, his little sister cradled in his arms as he raced through the high grass in the smoke-clogged night. His heart pounded as he barreled towards the tree line, the sound of gunshots thundering in…

We Should Have Left Before it was Too Late

BY DOMINICK TAO Even decades after the Cambodian Civil war and the genocidal rule of the Khmer Rouge, Tek Hout Tao could never escape the guilt of following a friend’s decision to stay instead of run. The war crept toward…

How To Make Trolls and Intimidate People

BY SHRUTI MANIAN Part 1: The Gatekeepers Campus security and police officers swarmed the University of Hyderabad campus as students staged a protest calling for the University Vice Chancellor’s arrest. University officials barred activists and journalists from entering the public…

Legacy

BY S’HA SIDDIQI My grandparents’ story isn’t particularly novel. It is the shared experience of millions of Pakistanis and Indians who have yet to come to terms with the full extent of injury – both physical and emotional – that…

Determined Optimism in Protracted Conflict

BY JILLIAN TIMKO I first met Liran Braude during orientation week at Columbia’s School of International and Public Affairs. He grinned, shook my hand, and then kindly demonstrated the correct pronunciation of his name, “Lee-run,” by pumping his arms up…

“We’ve got one in the sweep”

Published in the The Appeal. By Olivia Heffernan Three Bronx friends recount their 2012 arrests in the NYPD‘s ‘Operation Crew Cut,’ experiences with the court system, incarceration and lives seven years later. At approximately 4 a.m. on Dec. 5, 2012,…

Sectarian War in East Ramapo Schools

BY SARIKA BANSAL Steve Forman, one of Ramapo High School’s assistant principals, was stunned to find on a recent morning that his town’s sectarian feud had spilled into his school. On the blackboard in an empty classroom, someone had scribbled:…

Ashoka in Monrovia

One of the first things you might notice about Monrovia is the barbed wire. It grows like vines from the top of the salt-scarred concrete battlements that ring anything of official value or importance, showing up everywhere in an endless…