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Yemeni Journey

Smoke and Mirrors

It is the third night of Ramadhaan and the city skies are full of smoke. As the voices of imaams all over town are raised in the taraaweeh communal prayers, foul-smelling, swirling black clouds lazily reach upward to meet their clean, whispy-white brethren in the heavens. As people gather in[…]

A Life Turned Upside Down- Part 2

I am no stranger to violence. I lived in a northern village for three years, during a time when the fighting between the shi’ite Houthis and the government and local tribes was very intense. Nightly bombings, the sound of machine gun fire, funeral prayers said with amazing frequency…these were all a[…]