“Miss Brooke, are you all the way Arabic?” asked one of my five-year old Kuwaiti students one morning after class. I erupted with laughter while my heart simultaneously melted. I must agree with...

Learning a foreign language, without a doubt, is a life-changing decision. I look back on the short three years spent studying Arabic as a second language and cannot believe how all-consuming the endeavor...

I will always remember driving down the Las Vegas strip in my Corolla accompanied by some Arab friends donning shades with Arabic dabka music and cigarette smoke pouring out of the car. From spontaneous...

Recently I had the honor of sharing my experience and knowledge about living abroad at Poudre High School’s annual IB International Day. Every year, IB students of Poudre High School organize a day...

I remember my first minutes walking the streets of downtown Cairo, Egypt with my mouth agape and my Western understanding blown out of the water. As a Christian-raised middle class girl from Colorado,...

It has been three years since the beginning of the now bloody and devastating Syrian uprising and resolution seems like a distant cry. Many of my friends and colleagues in Fort Collins lack even basic...

It became my secret morning ritual while in Jordan. Every morning in the desert I managed to wake myself just before the sunrise peeked over the mountains in Wadi Rum. On one particular camping trip,...

Twelve years have passed since one of our darkest days in American history, and undeniably the ripple effects caused by the attacks on Sept. 11, 2001 are still being felt by our community. We must honor...

Why should we care about the extreme pollution problem facing China? Why does the political and social turmoil in Sudan concern the CSU body? Why should we care about the protests in Ukraine or the genocide...

Prior to my journey back to the United States I received a message from a family member reminding me, “Before you come home you need to remember that you’re the one who changed- not us.” Those words...

AMMAN, Jordan — We have all seen them: depressing 30 second clips of starving children with flies crawling over their face, with wide eyes staring at you through the camera with tragic music playing...

Amman, Jordan — Dabka music spilled out the windows of his Jeep and permeated the dark and empty desert before us. With the exception of a perfectly timed “aywah” thrown out here and there in...