Lest We Forget

The day we do not sincerely remember the cost of this country's freedom is the day we have lost ourselves, and the day that history will begin to repeat itself.

79 Days

80 days ago, Aiia Maasarwe was catching a tram home. Yesterday, I wore a dress. 41 days ago, I spent an entire night crying out to God in bitterness and anguish. Tonight, I should be writing an essay on prayer.

Men, Don’t Look Away

"I experienced the depths of grief and despair over the death of a girl I had never known." --- This piece was both a reflection of how I had been affected by the horrific tragedy and a desperate plea from an utterly broken heart.

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