Humanity wasn’t all about conflict, or about who stole land from whom, or who hate whom. It was about who helps you when you need it the most.

Memories are powerful- whether filled with peace or turbulence.

Writing became my escape, the corner where I could take refuge in and be at peace.

I was finally returning to a home that had been built in my imagination. I was not only crossing a land border, but that fine line separating imagination from reality.

I love people’s imagination, especially when it involves conspiracy theories. Ouch!

In displacement, I, Chaker of the World, grew up a prisoner. I am a freedom fighter, and my love for life is my only weapon.

I have always loved seeing people realize their dreams, small or big, a dream is a dream. It is where reality meets imagination.

When a lie is uttered, it naturally brings with it more lies. It is an art, a form of fiction writing.

Hard storms make great sailors