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At the Gates of Paradise
Le Monde Diplomatique, September 2007
A grim struggle is being played out at the points where Europe and Africa meet, as African migrants – driven by poverty, war and famine – struggle to reach what they see as their only hope of salvation
More than 500 sub-Saharan migrants from different nationalities and backgrounds quietly left their hideouts in the woods near the Spa Continue..
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Tomgram: Yaghmaian, Will American Bombs Kill My Iranian Dream?
Tomgram: Yaghmaian, Will American Bombs Kill My Iranian Dream? April 2007
Like a giant piece in an intricate, if ugly, jigsaw puzzle, the aircraft carrier, the USS Nimitz, and its strike group are now sailing toward the Persian Gulf. On arrival, they will join the strike groups of the USS Dwight D. Eisenhower (which it is officially replacing) and the USS John C. Stennis patrolling the r Continue..
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In search of a new, better life:
Borderline case
Le Monde Diplomatique, March 2006
That 11 September had been a beautiful sunny day, and I was biking in New York’s Central Park when I saw the helicopters flying south. Sirens and more helicopters followed. I headed for home. On the way into my building, I was stopped by a street regular, a mentally-impaired man. He looked frantic and stuttered: “Did you hear? The Arabs have attacked!” I Continue..
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Life and Alliances among Asylum Seekers:
Uncle Suleiman's tent
Le Monde Diplomatique, September 2003
THEY fought on opposite sides in the 1980s. Their governments told them they were enemies. Ali fought in the Iranian army. Uncle Suleiman fought with the Iraqis. Now they were sharing shelter in a refugee camp in Greece: the joint residents of tent No 1, Uncle Suleiman's Tent.
"He is a great boy," Uncle Suleiman said about Ali. "He is a ve Continue..
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THOSE WHO CANNOT RETURN:
A person of no concern
Le Monde Diplomatique, May 2003
TIMID smiles momentarily disguised his anxiety, fear and constant agony. He sat on his chair staring at the floor, rubbed his hands together, looked up and smiled, returned to his world, said a word or two in English with a Pakistani accent, then fell silent again.
We had met in an NGO office. A psychologist friend had contacte Continue..
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A Voyage of Fear
IranMania.com, January 21, 2002
"Salute to Life, I Lost my Youth."
(Graffiti on a lonely rock in the mountains surrounding Tehran)
It was September 9, 1998, Iran Air flight 747 to Larnaca, Cyprus-a Mecca for the Iranian Middle Class, a place of temporary respite from a deadly existence riddled with constant pains of inflation, economic insecurity, and cultural boredom. Th Continue..
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