One day, I saw a woman, helpless and alone,  crying out loud, wandering, on her own.  We asked,......

I’ve lost my way. I don’t know what to do. How do I save her? I’ve......

I have tried many times to get my mother to tell me about her marriage, but......

I lost my pen in blood.  I lost my knowledge in ignorance.  I lost my way......

It may have been my ancestors who held the blade, but my fingers are the ones......

When ink is pressed, into the pages of a book the book feels a sense of......

If I were to say where my books have taken me, The men of this age......

My mother is kind and true, She’s the shelter I turn to. Without her, my heart......