UNHCR

It is an ironic emblem of war that it is often the living who are forgotten. Perhaps even more harrowing than the numbers of dead are the numbers of displaced.

Flight 200 arrived at 12 p.m. last Tuesday at John F. Kennedy International Airport. After our first two hours of anxiously waiting with welcome signs in Arabic that drew suspicious glances from around the terminal, we went into the office and asked if it was possible that any passengers from the flight remained in immigration.