Murder and mayhem!
Then call for a ceasefire ... now!
School girls vaporised...
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Aza Y Alam
Exploring how the political is personal and making sense of life, as an artistic teacher, a justice-seeking researcher, and a writer, one story, essay and poem at a time... Join me on the journey!
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The ocean and my little friend
The ocean and my little friend The sound of the waves crash my body moving with the tides the current is then taking over. As I let my body relax in the water and I gradually take a deep breath back up to the surface the water is then taking control of my body moving me further away from reality. As I’m swimming I feel such love and peace in the water as I move further away, I keep feeling the movement of the waves crashing down on me.
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