Creative Aspects of Contemporary Literature

I'm writing to you to the rose of the group to Venus ‒ the goddess of Beauty and love. I don't know how to start my words in which language I have to talk. You know maybe the words and vocabularies of English language can not help me to express my feelings. It always disappoints me in many occasions. No problem because I have no other choices. Sometimes I feel that the period we have spent here in America is too long. Other times I feel it short as a sweet dream; I don't like any one to wake me up from my dream. It is one of the sweetest dreams in my life. Really I was in need to such a change in my life. It is a mercy to be here with you with the other people we love. It is not Tony Morrison's “A mercy”. It is another sort of mercy. It is the mercy of God. Because of the political unrest in my country and disturbances I was in need to such escape or call it change. Wheel of life is suddenly stopped in the crossroads without any precedent warning. We feel tired exhausted. Sometimes we see death as a blessing or a wish. It is not in my hand to change anything. We always start to change the mentality of the students we teach them to be good citizens.