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The Displaced

Once upon a time, from a wounded land My family was pushed to leave our homeland I was asked to pluck, all my courage in one bag Will we ever be back to my mother’s soil?  For the last time, I hugged the air deeply I held to my heart  the smiles of most loved friends My friends! Will I ever see them again? I am sending my warmest greeting to all of them  From the day I was born, formed of blood For nine months in the womb of my mum I was not told I would leave my home one day Who knows of the next day, of our fate?  I was not taught to fight But as a displaced one I had to learn How to stay strong against all odds. What was not given to me in life Is to find the truth on my own way To separate goodness from badness And ask those who’ve experienced both  I am displaced, my sisters too Like my ancestors, decades ago I am displaced, like a migratory bird Like blossoms of spring after a strong wind I am displaced, like shells washed on the shore Like fallen golden leaves in the fall I am displaced with my memories With my soul and my mind  I escaped, leaving the war behind But my resilience is strong: to use my voice And sketch a new world with my words Displacement is not a symbol A label exclusive for the “brown”, the “black”, the other ones Displacement is color blind, It’s not a name, shall not be a shame It is not to live in fear Is not to live in jail with violence  You can not draw the curtain, To the realities once you see the truth Don’t stay deaf or blind, open your eyes! Thousands of us are left behind. But we are not to stay silent, We’ll go ahead with closed fists and open minds! The day, when everyone will be free Like tides on an ocean Or, rays of sunshines on an iceberg We will make it! The day, that freedom won’t be a dream, We will aim for it! Those who lost their lives in the sea We won’t forget them! Those who wait behind barbed wires! We won’t forget them! With those who have been in the front line We will raise the sails of freedom… I am committed to that struggle!.  For no one is free, until we are! 

The Devaluation of the Teen by Schamil Saeed, 11

Adolescence, the critical time in the life of any person when they transition to adulthood. The rite of passage in many cultures. Nowadays, the perception of teens brings images of a spoiled, coddled generation, glued to their screens. Perhaps our society puts little value in giving the youth responsibility, but rather wants to protect these formative years. As a student of history, I have come across many examples of children and teens holding positions of power and responsibility. Among royalty and commoners alike, the responsibility of youth was to be an equal partner in providing for their families. I’m by no means idealizing the past as a utopia of responsibility. History is full of the horrors of child labor. But I would like to take voyages through time to look into several examples of youth being capable of executing complicated tasks. First, we shall see those who went on to be great. Louis XIV, the Sun King, succeeded his father at five, while France was fighting Habsburg Austria in the Thirty Years’ War. He helped negotiate the Westphalia treaty, but even though France won, this caused bankruptcy. Then, revolution caused collapse and until the end of his reign, Louis would rule the country on his own behalf. To save France, he wisely appointed Jean Colbert as Finance General to improve the economy. Louis increased exports and took power away from the military aristocracy and, cunningly, he supported the Netherlands in a war before defeating them, expanding French territory. In the next decades, he defeated corsairs attacking French shipping, and spread European goods around the world through embassies to Asia. By the times he died, France was a metropolis. Another powerful child ruler worth mentioning is Shapur of Persia. After coming of age, this young emperor set to work removing the effects of a humiliating treaty. Shapur then started a campaign against the Arabs and Eastern Romans. He took over part of Armenia and defeated the mighty Romans in battle. Persia then annexed Armenia. He died in 379. Shapur is considered one of Persia’s greatest kings and left a lasting legacy. On the converse side, there are some ineffective sovereigns who died early, and failed to preserve their nations. One example is Edward the VI. He ascended to the throne at age 10, made several not-so-great decisions, including emptying the English coffers, and caught ill and died at fourteen. Then there was Puyi, the last Emperor, who came to power at the inept age of four. His rule was marked by the Japanese invasion of Korea and civil unrest, leading to his deposition. He was made Manchurian King, but he had his servants beaten or even killed for his own amusement. After the war, he died a commoner in Beijing. In conclusion, this shows us that while some child rulers have excelled, others have not. Which path is right for young people, power or a normal life? The more we teens are allowed to do may (or may not) let us become responsible adults. I’ll let you decide.