Featured Stories
Dharamsala, India
“I left Tibet when I was nineteen. I carried nothing but the memory of my mother's hands, and the smell of juniper smoke from the monastery at dawn.”Read their story →
Kathmandu, Nepal
“They asked me what I missed most. I said the silence. Not the absence of sound — but the particular silence of the high plateau, where the sky feels close enough to touch.”Read their story →
New York, USA
“My children speak English without an accent. Sometimes I watch them and feel proud and lost at the same time. That is what it means to survive.”Read their story →
Why these stories matter
For decades, the voices of Tibetan people have been silenced, scattered, or simply unheard. Stories of Tibetans exists to change that — one person, one memory, one life at a time. We believe that bearing witness is itself an act of solidarity. That listening is a form of love.
Every contribution helps us reach more storytellers, preserve more voices, and share them with the world.