A persistent breeze lifted the thin curtains, fluttering a few moments of tranquility into the turbulent day.

They had bombed and burned,killed and maimed,plundered and looted.Now they had come to claim the land.

Amal,I believe that most Americans do not love as we do. It is not for any inherent deficiency or superiority in them. They live in the safe, shallow, parts that rarely push human emotions into the depths where we dwell.

An instant can crush a brain and change the course of life, the course of history.

I feel sad for him. Sad for the boy bound to the killer. I am sad for the youth betrayed by their leaders for symbols and flags and war and power.

Love cannot reconcile with deception

Would words shatter the immensity of life and death so close to one another?