When Suad Bushnaq thinks of Syria, she thinks of the wonderful years she spent studying at one of the Middle East's top conservatories, attending performances at the Damascus Opera House, and catching jazz gigs in back-alley cafes. She thinks of musakhan, shwarma, fresh-squeezed juices; and of her dearest friends and the jokes they told each other. She thinks of her late mother, born and raised in Syria, and of her mother’s family still living there. But these days, watching events unfold from the safety of the United States, she is barraged by daily images of violence, airstrikes, and fleeing refugees.