Posts in Writing
Boy From Damascus

Almost everyone knows of the bloodshed in the name of religion and honour in the Middle East, but no one knows or cares to know the names of the children maimed by IEDs on their way to school or the mother shot by a sniper as she shooed her children away from a city she didn’t know anymore or the 21 men in Libya’s coastal city of Sirte that were beheaded for believing in the wrong God.  I’d met many people from a few different Arab countries, namely Egypt and Iraq and Syria, who’d seen these atrocities first hand, like my little friend Marcus. 

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Art Above Aesthetics

There’s an honesty to true art that pokes holes through the dynamic canopy always before us where the grime of the raunchier shades bleed through and what’s left is the hidden beauty of the world.  To an artist, an old tree on the verge of death and decay becomes a part of history that ran with the land and gave shelter and clean air and life and breath to its people.  The dirtiest beggar seen by any other is a vagrant and a drain on society’s space and resources.  But an artist sees a life broken by pain and circumstance but still fighting.  Still alive.   

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