As my father’s age began to wane like a setting sun, trailing its pale red remnants, the mountain sighed with its sorrows and memories, heavy with longing, pain, and reproach.

“Hashem” is a name that weighs heavily upon my shoulders. It is the fourth name in my identity, yet it has become a ...

There exists within us a passionate yearning for hope, driven by an insatiable curiosity that propels the pursuit and ...

Their disregard for your existence or bodily safety stems from your willingness to pose questions that provoke mental ...

Such contempt springs from individuals consumed by emptiness and bravado—those who thrive on pillaging and corruption and ...

I feel a piercing pang of regret as I confront the state of affairs that exists before me today—one that never entered my ...

Countless individuals shed blood in the name of God and the sacred, or under the banners of ideas, ideologies, and toxic ...

Consequently, he made a decisive choice to direct his work toward significant social issues, becoming a voice that articulates human suffering and advocates for positive societal change. Carlson’s ...

On a cold winter afternoon, I came into existence, marked by the misfortunes of my fate. My birthplace was a cramped, dimly lit house, one side leaning into shadows. In that room, light struggled to ...

In my quest to transcend the conventional norms associated with writing biographies, novels, and similar literary forms, I have endeavored to create a narrative that defies easy categorization. What I ...