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War Teaches Lessons about Fear and Courage

After not having seen each other for weeks during the war, Fatma Mohammad and Zubaida Salman hug each other fondly on the first day of their school reopening.
Harvard University: Nieman Reports

June 15, 2006

Working as a photojournalist, I’ve been through war zones several times in the past five years. I was there at the height of the war in Afghanistan, during the fall of Konduz when the last Taliban stronghold in northern Afghanistan was destroyed. I was embedded with the U.S. Marines during the invasion of Iraq, and later worked unilaterally at a time when the sectarian violence intensified.

Saddam Hussein’s Spider Hole

The "spider hole" where Saddam Hussein was captured
The Dallas Morning News

December 15, 2003

My heart was racing, and the immensity of it was so overwhelming that I simply couldn’t think. Was my camera on the right settings? Was my exposure correct? Was my flash putting out the correct amount of light? I could hardly process the information, which normally comes so naturally to me after having worked as a photojournalist for 13 years. Monday, I was sitting in the same hole that Saddam Hussein was hiding in less than 48 hours ago when he was captured by U.S. special forces.

Superstar, Catwoman or Photojournalist

President of the Philippines holds Pulitzer Prize winning photo by Cheryl Diaz Meyer
Digital Journalist

July 17, 2004

Dear Family, Friends and Colleagues,

I had barely gotten off the airplane with a couple of hundred other nameless folk, dazed and a little stupid from too much travel, when I was met with a sampaguita lei and a bouquet of roses from a correct staff woman from the Philippine Department of Tourism.  I was then smoothly guided through immigration, had only to point at my luggage before someone retrieved it off the belt for me, and then was led outside where an air-conditioned vehicle awaited to whisk me to the historic Manila Hotel.  It was a dream.   Who am I?

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