of racism and our red milk of human kindness.
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of racism and our red milk of human kindness.

“How is your knee today?” The elderly man [whom I will name baba] asked him “Better, it’s less painful.” Young replied cheerily “Oh, you remembered. Thank you for asking” I said to baba as the minus-1-degree icy cold shook my body mercilessly. “Yes, he was limping the other day and could barely walk” baba responded…

enslaved. abused. deported. a tale of the vulnerable migrant.

enslaved. abused. deported. a tale of the vulnerable migrant.

“One more footstep and all these will be over” Hajara looked at the sea entreatingly “You are too young and still have your life ahead of you” her heart remarked “What life does she have? Is this a life?” her head jeered “This life. She is here. Things can turn around, you know” “Ever the…

punish me now

punish me now

“I am sorry, I did not mean to” He stood by the door of my room pleading again “Go away please. Leave my room” I responded calmly “I was trying to pick it up and….” “Young man, just go. Have you finished the mopping? “Yes. It was an accident” “Go. it is not a big…