A rabble-rouser from the UN high commission for refugees . . . the former magi who resigned in protest against purification . . . plus a girl . . . and a dog.

We weep for the blood of a bird, but not for the blood of a fish. Blessed are those who have voice.

Do the words ‘human rights’ even exist in this country anymore?

There are countless ingredients that make up the human body and mind, like all the components that make up me as an individual with my own personality. Sure, I have a face and voice to...