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There used to be a knight His armor shines in the light His sword sharp as fear His soul filled with hatred and drear. They give the marauder names Like the dementor of dreams And the killer of queens But his legacy lay in the flame. So he rides in the night From Arthamor to Farendal His name ree

What would France be like if it had a king and queen who wasted money excessively and cared more about their fancy footwear than the people of the country? Well, it wouldn’t be one of the world-famous countries that we all know. Instead, it would be world-famous for its unbelievably poor state.

The thing I love the most about the world is colors. I can’t imagine the world without them. I had stopped considering the “worst” experience of my life to be the worst, as it had a beautiful ending, infused with colors. “Ow!” cried the drops of water as we boiled violently inside a pot that had bee

It all started that year. 1948, the year Israelis set foot in Palestine. Since then, no Palestinian’s eye flickered into sleep in peace. Rafeef Ziadah is a Palestinian-Canadian activist and poet who wishes children in Palestine could live like any other child around the globe. One of the very succes