Black Book of My Heart

That day on the train when the old man fell in obvious grief, I was holding my book when I offered him a hand up and told him, “There will be a time when you can think upon the love in your heart without the pain that comes with it”. As he looked up at me, eyes weeping their fluid emotions, I could see how he simply needed someone to care in that moment.

Why are we so silent?

In Iran, Afghanistan, Pakistan, Saudi Arabia, Somalia, and far too many places around the world we seem to be missing a major human rights violation. The treatment of women in these regions qualifies for barbarism by any standard, and the horrific state of affairs in these regions eclipses the rest of the world in its severity.