Inside the mind of an immigrant
“They killed my brother,” Nano says it so softly that I can barely hear her. Her glassy eyes lock into mine and she half-smiles. I cuddle next to her in her cot and the warmth of her body spreads around mine. It's cold outside and we don't have a heater. We don’t even have electricity. … Continue reading The Honor Killing
Knock on every door you can! That's exactly what I've been doing for the past two years, but every door I knock on either disappears or it turns to steel. I find myself pounding so hard on that steel door that my knuckles become bruised and my fingers start to bleed. Sometimes I even yell … Continue reading Knocking on closed doors
The most damaging wars are the ones we fight with ourselves. When our mind transforms into a battlefield and our heart becomes a no-go zone. It's like we're torn between shooting emotions, bombarded with sentiments. We're ripped between reasons, opinions, and facts. And that is the moment where we lose all sense of what is … Continue reading Self-inflicted war
I'm sorry that the world inst fair
I've created a grave on my own
with misery piling above my soul
