Knowing Hunger
Today, October 16, was named, by someone, somewhere, “World Hunger Day.” My Twitter feed was filled with calls to sign petitions and send messages to lawmakers. As I read various blog posts discussing...
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Between One Breath and the Next
Once again I find myself in the position of marking time, holding space, suspended between one breath and the next. It’s a lesson I learned long ago, the art of waiting, living on the inhale, knowing...
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Following Truth
People often ask us why we moved to Yemen over ten years ago now. The answer was simple. Having found the truth, we wanted to follow it, and in order to follow it, we had to gain knowledge. Yemen, with...
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Making Connections
The night is cold, rain pelting against the small windows, filling strategically placed pots to overflowing, candlelight flickering and dancing against whitewashed walls worn to gray. I sit wrapped in...
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Damaaj Under Attack by the Shi’ite Houthis Again
Mash’Allaah, I will write more when I have some information from a reliable source, but it seems as though the Houthis have again blockaded and attacked Damaaj, the village in Yemen in which my son...
View ArticleGifted
Alhamdulillah, in the last two weeks I have received gifts in the mail from students. Mash’Allaah, it was beautiful to have that real connection made, the step beyond the internet acquaintance, to see...
View ArticleI Hear Your Voice
I haven’t forgotten the sound of your voice any more than I have forgotten the sound of my mother’s heartbeat when I rested my head against her chest during cold Wisconsin nights. I haven’t forgotten...
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Count of Three
The siege of Damaaj has entered its fifty-fourth day. Three people were injured yesterday, one seriously. According to Shaakir McGill: “Medical Report by Dr. Ahmed Shabaam Al-Waadee’ of Dammaj hospital...
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Days of Remembering
These days are days of remembering. As I work each night on my Yemeni Journey book, it seems impossible to write my past without living it again, at least a little. At least feel the sting of tears...
View ArticleStill Life With War Part 1: Nightrunners
Thinking of Yemen, as always, the home of my heart, where so much of who I am today was born, mash’Allaah. War cannot be imagined, it can only be lived, and remembered. And remembered… tonight I saw...
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