Fear on the Rocks

It was my second day full day away from Al-Khalil and as I left Jerusalem in my little rental car I felt something brewing inside, a little niggling feeling in the back of my head. Fear. I dismissed it as absurd - there was nothing to be afraid of (at least not anymore), yet as …

The Sound of Pain

I have struggled to write this, both because of the extremity of the topic and because I do not have the words... I cannot write beautifully about this because there is nothing beautiful about it - only shock and horror. I have no words to describe the sound of a child being tortured - the …