Up until now, in my melancholic state and emotions, I can still hear the repeating sound of joy echoing the valleys and hills in my childhood days during the Christmas season. Christmas comes in the winter season in our region. Winters were suitable for growing mustard at the end of other seasonal crops. We spent … Read more
We’re young, we climb the tree Up in the hills, we wanted to see All the big wide world around us No one ever tied a rope around us. Walking barefoot in the meadow Molding our minds using the dough No one told me to stop dreaming To overcome the joy of living. # Washing … Read more
The scent of childhood is the sweetest in a person’s life journey. It brought us back to those years when we were free, energetic, and dreaming about our future journey. Life, however, did take a different turn than we often expected. I live there no more. It’s just a place in the whole wide world, … Read more
Psalms 23, as I read it today, takes me back to the memories of my childhood days and how I understand and appreciate the good shepherd. In the countryside, we have a field in the slopes of the western wall of the small valley we lived in. There in the field, we stayed guarding our … Read more