FOR LIFE IS NOT A FAIRY TALE

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Awareness Campaign Depicts Disney Princesses As Victims Of Domestic Abuse
A worthy initiative by Middle Eastern artist Saint Hoax, called “Happy Never After”, depicts Disney princesses as victims of domestic violence, to help encourage victims to report their cases to authorities.
Details following this link:  Awareness Campaign Depicts Disney Princesses As Victims Of Domestic Abuse.

 

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Western Armenia is the term used in referring to formerly Armenian-inhabited areas of the Armenian Highland, that were part of the Ottoman Empire since the 16th century and became part of the Republic of Turkey in 1923.
“Presently 90% of the Armenian cities, towns and buildings in Eastern Turkey (Western Armenia) have been Turkified.” – http://www.armeniaconsulatela.org/index.php?p=1&cat_id=103

In Name of My Hardship Beg Not…

In an attempt to minimize an afternoon working day’s stress, my friend and I decided to pause work and go grab a hot drink and a treat. Heading back to the office, we were approached by one of the beggars roaming Bliss street. Reiterating the usual “begging phrases”, our attention was suddenly captured by a “novel”  phrase: “I beg for your money, for I come from Syria and can’t even afford a sponge mattress to sleep on.” Conflicting thoughts crossed my mind. Does this young man depict one sample of the hardship that the Syrian people are currently living, or is this a new line adopted by beggars nowadays, taking advantage of the current situation to gain people’s sympathy and eventually their money? I can’t really figure out which of the two cases is more unfortunate, but with all my heart I pray, God forbid the second case be true, for the daily distress and the lives sacrificed by our fellow people are way more noble than to be abused. May God grant our people with patience and strength to overbear their suffering; may He bless them and award them peace.

Memoir of a Woman of Tribe

Darkness engulfs the place, and my heart pounds loudly in excitement. I quickly grab the books from my secret hiding place. No time to waste. I read non-stopping, exploiting the few remaining hours I’ve got before the sun rises; before I’m again entrapped within the saturated bubble of taboos that have been dictating my life since birth. Yet, I believe I am different, for I am a woman who does not acquiesce to the inevitable. For I am a woman who believes that through knowledge she shall become the powerful woman she has always aspired to be. For I am a woman who trusts that one day she shall face the elders, the “men” of her tribe, and her voice shall be heard. Only then I shall break all constraints. Only then I shall attest that my destiny is to be shaped by the one goddess I believe in: Myself….