by Lisa B. Culpepper
It was four years ago that I sat with Lina and Salwa on a curb of the retreat center in Dhour Schweir. We were overlooking a beautiful and peaceful mountain range as they told me of their war-torn lives. It was quite a culture shock for me, and I could not relate to their stories.
I did not know what it was like to have bombs exploding in my neighborhood or what it was like to operate a household on a few hours of electricity per day.
I did not know what it was like to lose my livelihood because the pharmacy I owned was destroyed or to send my husband out on an errand not knowing if he would be killed or be conscripted into the army.Read More