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Creative Writing > Reflections Reflections: Communicating with the blind: 1 of 6
As a child, I visited my grandparents almost every week. I must not have been the brightest of children because I did not realize that my grandfather was blind until I was about six or seven years old. On one of our visits to my grandparents' home, I had taken my homework with me. I had to learn a few verses of poetry by hea... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Treasure: 4 of 22
Small and barefoot, she dreamt of treasure Things she would get to bring her much pleasure. Money, jewelry, cars, homes and boats Crowded her head as she tended her dad's goats. Soon she had buried him, deep in the ground Sold off the goats, no one around. Still when she slept, the treasures she saw Till one night he came an... More..
Celebrations & Holidays > Celebrations & Holidays (Other) Alternative holiday traditions: 2 of 11
Holidays and Gift Giving Traditions in Poland Christmas Christmas is the most important holiday on which gifts are exchanged in Poland. The season of Advent, the four weeks preceding Christmas, is extensively celebrated in Poland. Special church services "Rororaty" are held every morning and each Advent Sunday is said to rep... More..
Society & Lifestyle > Cultural Relations Understanding the multicultural identity: 1 of 5
Until a few years ago, the issue of multicultural identity was not one that I gave any thought to. I am Egyptian, but because of my father's line of work, I lived in many countries throughout my childhood. Later, I attended universities in the US. My grandmother was French and she never learnt to speak Arabic, and my sibling... More..
Relationships & Family > Married Life The beauty of multicultural marriage: 1 of 5
They were married in 1917. She was a devout Catholic, born and raised in a provincial town in the south of France, the youngest sister of the local priest. She spoke French and ... French. She had never left French soil, but she had travelled all the way to Paris during the war, with her mother. And that is where she met my ... More..
Health & Fitness > Sexually Transmitted Diseases The female condom and STD protection: 1 of 4
With correct and consistent use, female condoms are as effective a contraceptive device as most other barrier methods (diaphragms, cervical caps and male condoms) and are up to 95% effective in the prevention of unintended pregnancies.There is little published data about the effectiveness of female condoms for STD protection... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Life's paths: 72 of 283
ME Bare feet in the dust and tired donkeys are me, Dusty palm trees, national anthems and uniforms are me, Rain on stone pavements and flashing traffic lights are me, Typing, puzzling, dreaming and building are me, Wide flashing smiles, sweet black coffee and side-long glances are me, Firm hand shakes, broad grins, cigarette... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: I miss you: 8 of 30
The night we parted, that last kiss I knew I'd miss you, but not like this I do admit I'm guilty For though I loved you so Often I railed, though silently, Wishing you'd go away If you had but gone happily I might have lived on peacefully But no, you went completely As usual - violently and utterly You went and died And I'm ... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: Missing a loved one: 49 of 179
She was lost but didn't know it Lost in this world, searching for home I tried, in vain, to be her shelter But she was lost for far too long She left unwillingly. She fought so hard The pain was killing her Yet she held fast Why did He take her, so young? She prayed and prayed, to no avail She was lost, but now she's gone Wh... More..
Creative Writing > Poetry Poetry: First day of school: 3 of 10
Sitting on his haunches, curled up in the cold Staring at the school gates, not yet seven years old. As the gates open, he spits in his hand Pats down his hair, brushes off the sand He had spent this night in the shed Like all the nights before, unfed. Now he walks in through the gate Enters the classroom that will change hi... More..