In the echoing chambers of silent suffering, my internal battles waged a relentless war for 14 long years. My anger, a misdirected tempest, lashed out at those dearest to me, leaving a trail of scars
“”In 1988, amidst the hills of Thousand Oaks, I encountered the first Wally— a hippie-esque figure with flowing hair, the owner of “Wally’s World,” a haven for music
by : Palango7 and Bard Six months have passed, yet Istanbul’s vibrant tapestry remains woven into my memory. My initial perception, of a modern European city with Islam veiled in the
By: Palango7 and CGPT Six months post my Turkey visit, memories of Istanbul’s vibrant Islamic practices linger vividly. My misguided perception of it being solely a modern European city
A Brother’s Lament (Part 1) Shadows hold tight, a heart’s shattered cry, An 11-year soul, drowning in its pain. By his brother’s side, cold and still they lie, A tender tale of
A Brother’s Lament (Part 2) Darkness clings, a heart’s fractured sigh, An 11-year soul, lost in its woe. Beside his brother, silent they lie, A tender tale of loss, eternally sown.
In the heart of a shattered reality, where dust and despair hung heavy in the air, lived a 12-year-old Palestinian boy, a solitary survivor of a devastating bomb that obliterated his world. His home,
The Lost Art of Life Skills: A Dad’s Dying Plea In a quaint, little kitchen, there’s a father hunched over a lunchbox. For years, this daily routine has been his duty, his labor of love.
Normally I do not write opinion posts, but I was really upset last night and with the assistance of ChatGPT, here it is….. Unmasking PG&E: A Tale of Corruption and Rate Hikes In the sunny
For months and months leading up to that college move-in day, we had it marked on our calendar. The anticipation grew as we prepared for the big day. The van was rented, our belongings were carefully