Whispers from Above

<p>His writing sometimes emerges as a scream occasionally just a whisper; then it transforms into groans. The most beautiful aspect lies in the strength that permeates every guest's heart. The words wield power. Events unfold in the written word reclaiming the voice we lost-a weary soul with lost wishes the last gasp of pride the pulse in a dead heart the soul in a tired body-ultimately life.</p><p><br></p><p>Writing embodies the meaning of sadness pain tears and brokenness. Yet it also carries a touch of love care and the longing that constitutes the happiness of writing. It is not a competition or a pursuit for gain; there is no search for a goal. Instead it is an expression. For Aya we encounter people with wonderful gifts pure hearts and whispers that are fragments of happiness-some of them akin to beautiful cartoons.</p><p><br></p><p>Purity plays a chord loyalty a tune; knowing them is like wearing a crown carried with pride in their presence. In their company our lives increase in beauty and splendor.</p>