A scream. A flash of blinding light. A heavy weight on top of me. Screaming. Pain. Then, I hear a voice. “Don’t move.” It says. I can’t tell whether the voice is a man or a woman, or if it’s trying to help me or indifferent. All I know are the words. “It’s very important. You can’t move. Don’t sit up, don’t move your eyes, and don’t move anything.” Continue reading
Je lève les yeux vers le ciel et je me demande où est passée notre consicence ?
Comment peut-on finir avec la vie de quelqu’un sans raison juste et pouvoir dormir le soir ?
Nos valeurs où sont-ils passées ?
Prenez un moment, pensez ! Continue reading
Jim still remembers the green leaves in the summer. By the lake he and Elsa were embraced like intertwined roots of a tree. Above them was the mosaic of vivid yellows and greens coming from the flourished branches covering pieces of the sun. The foliage, so strong and beautiful sang in the warm wind; unlike the creased and craggy leaves crinkling under his rapid steps, leaving Elsa and the others away. Continue reading
For a couple weeks in June, a major name flitting around online news was Amina Abdallah Arraf al Omari. The author of the blog “A Gay Girl inDamascus,” Amina made a name for herself with her direct, honest accounts of her life as a lesbian living inDamascus, Syria. Her weblog became popular after her entry on April 26, titled “My Father the Hero.” Continue reading
The stone chamber did not appear real. Colors danced across the walls and human shapes and silhouettes could be made out in the opposite cell as the day morphed into the night. The brass bed was not much of a luxurious comfort to him and resulted to a constant switch of laying position. Continue reading
Searching for peace and justice within us may be one of the hardest tasks with all the prejudice in our souls. We are raised into a world filled with fear, which eventually catches up with us. Continue reading