The Side Trip

  As soon as we got on the bus, Arik told me he wanted to make sure I talked so everyone would know that he was with an American girl. I was exhausted, upset and in no mood to talk to anyone, so I didn’t. My only defiance in the last 24 hours was to…

The Hero of Your Own Story

My body is streaked with sweat and dirt from my desperate search to find safe shelter. I’m barefoot, in a grimy torn t-shirt and shorts; my hands and feet caked with dirt. My hair is filthy and matted. My mouth is dry; I can smell and taste the gritty dust that hangs in the air.…