We look to our differences to define us, even though that days unite us. We conveniently look for someone else to blame, even though we are...
Living on a false and deceitful standing could be likened to one atop a rug carpet rested on stills. The one whose actions and activities are...
I may never see tomorrow, there’s no guarantee, and things that happened yesterday belong to history. I can’t predict the future, I can’t change the past,...
I am the owner of the streets I know the smell of the air it breathes: The smell of its rotten beans And the stale bread...