Many lost their lives from Friday’s massive earthquake in Iran. Innocent people died in the small town of Bam. I was shocked by the terrible news, and yet I could do nothing but pray. They lost their loved-ones, their homes, their children, and their land. They might have been sleeping, or simply having dinner. Then a sudden earthquake teared their whole life, their whole future.
Every night when I go to sleep, I am aware of the roof I’m under, and I know I’m safe. That sense of saftey comes from knowing that my parents are with me, knowing that God is there, and many other reasons. But not everyone has that sense or the safety itself. Maybe there is a way to change that. Maybe some day everyone can feel safe and be safe. We should all help make that change.

I turned sixteen today. I can’t believe it. I am truly happy. Very happy. This is the best day. I feel great. I wish everyday could be my birthday.

We drive toward the horizon, calm, yet willing. We are a group of young adults, on our way of becoming important, sophisticated, and brave. We wake up by the sun and go through the day thinking of the future and what will become of us. As we journey on the road, the sun comes out, ready to shine our day. It is not easy to get up every morning, not knowing what will happen in the future, with a wave of uncertainty following us like a shadow. The days are long, yet life is too short. Everyday we make choices about our life and future, and everyday there comes many questions, sometimes with no answers.