Have you ever thought about how powerful the words we speak are? As for me, I firmly believe that the words we speak have the power to make or break. Undoubtedly, they can fundamentally change the world in which we live, both at the level of society and at the level of an individual. And my experience, which I am going to share further, only confirms this truth. In my elementary school, one of the things I wish I had...
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I hate the sea; I hate the way the water harmlessly encircles and attacks your ankles, the way the waves roar as they crash and throw themselves at the shore, and then steal parts of it as they creep and crackly back to the sea. I hate it when you’re standing in their way and as they roll back, they silently trickle sand over your feet; when you’ve lost yourself in the sound of nature swirling and crashing and you...
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As Elias waited in the hallway, the light above his head was blinking, he was deeply thinking. The decision to send out the men was announced and Elias knew that trouble was knocking on the door. 70 men from the We Are Right (WAR) military group were sent to stop the enemy forces of about 500 men, the goal was to push the enemy back from a civilian school with children and teachers inside and keep the civilians safe, then...
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I have been through a rough time when I lost hope that I would live. I was 13 years old and very gullible, having a gun to my head made me realize the value of life. Life is worth more than anything and we should enjoy it to the fullest. Getting kidnapped wasn’t a pleasant experience for me or my family. I was 13 years old and very immature, living in Pakistan, and used to go to a private school....
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My grandfather died in 2016. I was at school at lunch period. It was a normal day, like any other. Since it was Friday, my tray carried a piece of square, cardboard-tasting pizza. As I walked through the half-empty cafeteria, I looked for my table of friends. I knew, unlike most other students, none of my friends would have cut, so I found them quickly. We laughed and joked for a while. Little did I know that as I was...
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If you were forced to leave behind all of your valuables, unsure if they would still be there when you returned, how would you react? Two years ago, I was finally able to answer this burning question. I had just moved from my house in Santa Clarita to a larger house that was also in Santa Clarita. I was teaming with excitement since it was almost double the size of my old house and in a nicer neighborhood. I could...
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The reason I’m writing out this story is not for sympathy but rather a call for help, a call for a home, a call for a family. My life is like a dozen of beginnings but never an ending. I’ve never been really attractive or pretty. I’ve always been just a typical tall girl with hazel eyes and brown hair with my tiny powered freckles. I’m not ugly, but I’m nothing special either. How many times was I called beautiful...
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