To Aleppo

There will come a day when history books will talk of you like they did of the wars before you. When your body will be made a heritage site made to remember the horrors you faced. With innocence, tears and blood trapped in your corners under blocks of what was once a sight eyes died…

Why 2016 was so important to me

I don’t fear a stage anymore. I don’t have jitters of anxiety and pangs of restlessness when someone asks me to stand in the spotlight.I got to stand proud and perform poetry and own up to my mistakes. I’ve stood in front of my school auditorium and made an absolute fool of myself and the…

Day 100- Belgium

Hello there! For today I am taking over this blog. For the ones who wonder who ‘I’ is: I’m Niyati’s AFS-host-sister. Today is a special day: The 100th day in a foreign country, between people with a foreign language. So here’s my view on her stay so far. A shy girl, that was my first…

Day 97- In the Dilhome

Today was my first day as a volunteer at the old age home in Dilbeek. It was overwhelming, to say the least. My work isn’t very difficult, I really quite enjoy it. In the morning I help lay the table for lunch and then head over to the other block where I help feed people,…

Day 96- Winter wonderland

Last Tuesday, I went for a meeting with the Brussels Writers Circle. Before I go any further, I really must add what a gorgeous place Brussels is in the winter. Everything is lit up and there is a certain warmth in the -2 degree air that surrounds the crowd. Another important detail is that the…