A supporter of American India Foundation in Chicago, Ritu Jain shares her reflections organizing a 5k run to raise awareness and funds for AIF.
By Ritu Jain
I’m a wife,
By Alia Dharssi
Farida Begum’s face lights up as she talks about the day, four years ago, when she and her husband brought home a cycle rickshaw. To celebrate, they
When you work in human rights, you see a lot of sad faces. A ten-year-old girl describing when she was raped. A father explaining that his son was murdered.
Brian and I stayed at the Rehabilitation Center for Torture Victims for ten days. They may have been the longest ten days of our lives. At the time, the
Violence is not for me. Scenes of real-life fighting and bloodshed make me uncomfortably anxious. Sometimes even a little nauseous. Conflict may be an inevitable part of life… but
Recently I attended a two-week long training course on Leadership in Mental Health (MH) in Goa. Organized by Sangath, the NGO I currently intern for, and the London School of
They say that a picture is worth a thousand words. In some cases, however, a picture is worth even more. Like the Grand Canyon—you can write about or talk
“There’s an elephant blessing people on the other side of the street.”
I said it nonchalantly, almost as if it wasn’t even worth mentioning at all. But there
During my first year of law school, I took a class called Public International Law in which we studied human rights and the remedies that exist for human rights violations.
(Names of individuals have been changed to protect their identities.)
Vellusami quietly sat next to me in the People’s Watch van as we traveled from Madurai to Chennai. He barely
I have no idea what time it is. My watch says it’s 3:45 am, but it’s daylight outside the nearest window and, regardless, it’s not clear what time zone
Life in Delhi can often be overwhelming. But one point of stability has been my placement at Breakthrough. Going in I was nervous transitioning into a foreign workplace but the
Living in tropical Goa can be the best and worst of both worlds. On the one hand there are beautiful beaches, swaying palm trees, and lush green rice fields.
When we were told repeatedly during orientation to “expect the unexpected,” I kept wondering what exactly that would end up meaning. As soon as I arrived in Madurai I started