Made to Love Magic, by Shahnaz Parvin
I was born to love no one. No one to love me. Only the wind in the long green grass, the frost in a broken tree,
I was made to love magic. All its wonder to know, but you all lost that magic.
Many many years ago, I was born to use my eyes.…
Bones and Jaws, by Ryszard Wierzbicki
Cambodian Siem Reap apart from the Heritage of Angkor reminds also about the bloody history of Khmer Rouge and their Killing Fields with bones and jaws, which are spread all over the country and causes that Pol Pot's genocide evidence stays…
Waiting for the End, by Shariful Alam
This was another end of the day. I just came from office, tired and exhausted. The day also may be tired, ready to call it a day. After refreshing myself I come to my balcony, to watch the last light of the day. Then I saw this bird, who was…