It was the September of 2016....I still had the scent of Morocco running through my mind. I'd just celebrated my birthday there. It felt good to breathe in a different type of air, you know. I was tired of the one that had been keeping me alive in my home town, metaphorically speaking. Love…
In the name of God (apparently)
They raise her to take a knee before man. To accept defeat as a natural born state. But she has never known war. She was born into conflict. A conflict so unfair. A conflict so deceptive. They keep her in hell whilst promising her heaven. They leave her poisoned and starving, whilst eating from the…
