On Life 84 – Many Rivers – July 3, 2015
The sun shone on the river’s water, making it shimmer with beauty and run swiftly, carrying life ...
The sun shone on the river’s water, making it shimmer with beauty and run swiftly, carrying life ...
He did not know what to do with that person who nursed him an unjustified animosity. He ...
He gazed at the sky as if sending a message. One wonders if it was one of ...
Painfully he asked himself, “Why doesn’t my friend appreciate my love and giving? Why doesn’t he feel ...
Lots of questions rumbled in her mind, “Was she wrong in treating her friend in a simple ...
As a child, he learned that men do not cry. Yet, tears filled his eyes. He was ...
His words echoed in my ears. They were like a lifeboat that saved me from drowning in pain. A ...
Gazing at the horizon, he allowed his thoughts to flow, yet no farther than his mind. He kept recalling ...
He was a strong, middle-aged man. His head was crowned with a few white hairs that imparted awe on ...
When I was invited to attend the conference of “Promoting Peace in Muslim Societies”, I recalled what happened ...