hope a partition, loss after loss; genocide, a planted drug epidemic, but my elders have hope. indescribable willpower fueled by grief and burden because enough is enough, no more empty politician promises. the land of five rivers shriveling, yet now they want to take our farming? my elders ache in the cold streets of Delhi … [Read more…]
The King of Punjab, Maharaja Ranjit Singh, was named Greatest World Leader in BBC World Histories Magazine. I remember hearing of him through stories told by my grandparents as a little girl. I remember hearing of his infamous battles and outstanding courage. To many, he wasn’t just a ruler. He was an advocate of tolerance, … [Read more…]
as he looks up from the wilting cotton, perspiration smolders his forehead, the wrinkles around his dark brown eyes squint, and blackened calluses on his hands ache. the scorched canola hug his limping body, his lifeline, his mere source of income, thus the accumulation of his sacrifices. his hope parched for water, on a land … [Read more…]
Our story commences on a plane gliding through the night sky. The deafening roar of the plane tunes out the silent, pitch-black night. A loud ding gouges through the stuffed air, plowing through my eardrums. As my consciousness begins to gather its thoughts, I hear the buzz of the intercom. “Flight attendants, please prepare for … [Read more…]