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I hunt dreams to escape from nightmares of reality. Our dreams are own consolations in hard times. Dreams are beautiful like birds, some fly in the horizon and some stand up on the sails of fishing boats. Some, sleep between tears. Some die in our hands and disappear as long as we grow up. Dreams are revived again by a glimmer of hope. Some of them are great dreams but we do not wish them to come true anymore, because the stream of life is no longer safe to swim in!…Continue
It was 15th of March 2012. In that day I saw my fruit in my colleagues’ tears . When our instructor asked me to give my impression concerning the novel “The Return of the Native “.The hero of this novel was similar to me. His dream was to teach people. So, it was easy for me to express his dream .
When I finished my speech, I noticed that most of my colleagues were moved to…Continue
Whenever I see or smell an orange I feel injustice. I have not recognized the injustice from university's books or Divine books, but I recognize it from oranges. I was a little boy lived in a poplar quarter .Our houses were side by side with each other. I saw a little girl carrying some oranges and came to her father who had married again recently. She knocked the door. Her stepmother opened the door .I heard the girl…Continue