The Iran-Iraq war that made me who I am ended thirty years ago. Keeping quiet will not make it go away. I don’t believe in talking through it, either. Between silence and speech lies the act of writing. This is where I seek my remedy.

Political violence in the province of KwaZulu-Natal reveals a bloody history still haunting the country’s democracy.

Refugees are landing on the island of Samos in staggering numbers. Once there, they face grim living conditions, local hostility, and futures of endless waiting.

On the anniversary of the brutal partition of India, the author reflects on her uncle's coming-of-age in wartime Karachi: a child’s-eye view of power, identity, and a nation being ripped apart.

the etymology of gun is hunger

I look around to see who’s missing. My eyes are adjusting. Terrible for the eyes to adjust and see that it is my father who is missing, it is my oldest brother, Tobias, and the second oldest, Ricardo, who are missing.

The ways that Moscow commemorates victory over Nazi Germany bear a striking resemblance to the U.S.

The author and Army veteran on climate change, war, and "the radical transformation of the basic structures of our existence."

Tell them come take my eyes / Before my body gives out

A Salvadoran woman looks for a sister who went missing while trying to make it to America.

you have trouble saying your name and you say it anyway