An Israeli woman rises and speaks, "I was in Israel and on my way back to the airport I asked the taxi driver what he thought. He said, 'They need to give up the idea of returning the refugees and we need to give up the land.' As simple as that. Yet it contained so many paradoxes."

A Lebanese painter stands up from his table at Mimi's American Bistro in Washington, D.C.'s Dupont circle, and addresses the room, "During the war in Lebanon, my grandmother washed the feet of a Muslim man, an 80-year-old man she found hiding. Meaning is only found in an act of love. We need to transform decay into life. If nature does it why can't we?"

A Palestinian man stands, "I've lived most of my life under the Israeli occupation. A friend of mine from Nablus, a friend I've known my whole life, was recently killed. I knew him as a person, a shy man, a music lover, a father of six children. They said he was a terrorist.."