by Cathy Breen
My travel plans were not widely broadcast this time around. After an overnight flight from New York City, and a long layover in Istanbul, the plane set off for Iraq at about 3:30 in the morning.
by Cathy Breen. Each time I travel to Syria to follow the plight of Iraqi refugees there, I also visit with Palestinians from Iraq. During my last trip to Syria, in December 2011, I was sitting with one of these families in their humble apartment in Damascus. “Tell me again,” I asked, “where are your
by Cathy Breen. “Can you help us?” cries the voice over the phone from Damascus. “There are explosions and killings in our neighborhood. We are afraid to leave the apartment. Where can we go?” I have no words to advise or comfort them. We are helpless to know how to intervene on their behalf. Hardly