Whenever the door of my heart begins to open
Something closes it with fear.
Whenever…
October 28, 2010 5 Comments
Let Your Life Speak
September 17, 2010 5 Comments
The story of my life begins with the first day of my birth. I was born in a very poor, but very open-minded family. To them, my birth was the key to better luck in their lives. It seemed like the blessing of God had rained in our house. It was an optimistic time.
Always a Hand to Wipe Tears
February 25, 2010 4 Comments
I am from a land of bravery and beauty / A land surrounded by blue and silver mountains / A land where rivers searched and found their path in dignity / A land where poverty increases daily / Where death is cheaper than life / Where children die before they are born
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