http://slow.writerscafe.org/rhanouda97 The original writings of author Rhonda en-us Copyright 2026 WritersCafe.org 1776342696 WritersCafe.org RSS Generator 15    I come when humanity least expects it. I come when humans are at their breaking points, gasping for air as the tears pour out of their eyes, the mirrors of their souls.   "WHY AM I NOT GOOD ENOUGH?????" Marwa screams as she lays on her bed, face down on her pillow.  &nbsp.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhanouda97/1355226/   مقدمة    I love to sing. Singing is my passion. Anyone who knows me well can say that with no doubt.    My goal is to use my singing to change the world's view of Arabs and Muslims. Don't get me wrong, there are Arabs who aren't Musl.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhanouda97/1345988/   الفصل الأول    I close my eyes as my older sister, Farah, does my makeup in the bathroom. I don't know what she's planning to do, but I trust her since she's the best makeup artist in my family.   "Are y.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhanouda97/1345781/ JoaquinJune 15, 2014Santa Rosa, CA, USA   "Joaquin!" Aliya yells. She runs down her front yard to me. She hugs me so much and I return it.   "Mrs. Alvarez!" she yells and hugs my mom.   "Hola, mija. Como estas?" my mom asks. I always get the goose bumps when my mom call.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhanouda97/1340316/ AliyaJune 14, 2014Santa Rosa, CA, USA   I hear my phone ring. It has been ringing a lot lately today ever since we all found out about Francisco's death.    Gabriel called me again a couple hours after he called me with the horrible news. He told me that the funeral is set for Ju.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhanouda97/1339780/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhanouda97/1331566/ JoaquinJune 14, 2014Sacramento, CA, USA   I sit next to my little brother, Jonathan, on the couch.   "What time is it?" he asks me eager to go home. I honestly want to go home just as bad as he does, but I don't show it since I'm not a seven-year-old, unlike him.  .. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhanouda97/1331564/   Aliya  June 14, 2014Santa Rosa, CA, USA       I see him in the distance walking towards me. I felt like I haven't seen him forever. I've been so busy lately. I've barely had any time to myself, but I miss him so much.    He walks past the.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhanouda97/1331017/    I walk down the hall. I feel invisible. No one sees or hears me. But that's how I feel here in Mariposa High School. The only thing I like about this school is its name, "Butterfly High School". Another thing I like is being with my best friend, Anaya. She's the reason why I can stand c.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhanouda97/1330028/    All of my life I've seen women exposed. Whether it be a woman in a music video or a simple picture in a magazine, it all revolves around one purpose: exposing women.   I can sit for hours and talk about every reason why and how this is happening. Isn't it obvious? It shocks me.. http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhanouda97/1330026/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhanouda97/1330021/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhanouda97/1330019/ http://slow.writerscafe.org/writing/rhanouda97/1330018/