I feel a tugging on the back of my coat before I hear the innocent giggles. Turning around I see three grinning girls, their cheeks blushing to match the pink of their dresses. They giggle again. I smile back as one of them begins to speak in Arabic. “I’m from Lebanon,” she says, as Firas,… Continue Reading…

The music danced around the room; the children’s feet bouncing to its beat. Everyone’s arms were in the air except for one little girl’s. She stood motionless as though she was unaware of the music and frivolity which was happening around her. She seemed lost and detached from the experience. In normal circumstances you could… Continue Reading…