"Another Me" by Ronojoy Prokash Hem ('10)

 I could see the sunlight dance upon the surface of our white picket fence. The flecks and shadows shifted like the patterns inside a kaleidoscope; they peered through the leaves of our dogwood tree, they went wherever the leaves took them, and the leaves went wherever the wind took them. It tried to take me too, but I placed my feet firmly on the brick sidewalk that led to our house.

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"Visitors From the Outside" by Umar Saeed ('19)

            About a week ago, I was sitting at home thinking about what would happen tomorrow. Would I be able to see my brother and parents like I do every day, or will we all just die by drone strikes? I’m very scared for my brother and my parents, since the drone strikes began five years ago in my hometown of Waziristan.  I'm always thinking, Why me?  And why is my family a part of this war? My family and I have been living in this village our whole lives. I have some great memories attached to this place, and I am worried now that I might have to leave all of those memories behind.

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"What You Have Done Layla?" by Naomi Moreira ('19)

It was a common day like any other. The autumn breeze began to flow, and crows began to appear at day and night. Layla and her mother, Lucia, lived in a small town. That day she woke up like any other day, cheerful and with energy. Layla was fourteen by then. Her mother was known in the town for her Mishqui, which is what they called grilled cow guts. Her Mishqui was very popular because of its taste. It was chewy, salty, and delicious. 

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