This is the true story of my bus ride home from school one day. The story of a man speaking his truth to the world.

Emmanuel has been in love with Jennifer all his life. However Jennifer always pushes him away. Years later Emmanuel leaves due to the discrimination he faces in the community.

And by the time Jennifer realises Emmanuels departure. It's too late.

After many hardships, Jennifer too decides to leave the community in order to turn a new leaf.

She comes across the well-known company of Crooj and it's recondite CEO - Theodore Rose.

It becomes impossible to keep herself from getting entangled with her boss who cannot seem to get his eyes off of her. She succumbs to his persuasion and before she knows it she seems to be on her way to a 'happily ever after'.

But secrets can not be kept hidden forever for whatever is done in the dark shall always come to light

Jennifer's life seems to crumble before her eyes as her past comes knocking and she looses all strength to keep her doors shut.

Will Jennifer succeed on her mission for a better life or is it her fate to remain miserable?

Family is the root of your life

The quantity of the roots will unite your mind

Roots will get old and will get vanished at the end of their new beginning and will rise to heights

The soil will strengthen you up and at the same time will steady you in life

Roots to the life got me low to the knee sometimes

Family is everything in everyone’s life

Don’t forget the Strat of your lifeline

Will go further even if it seems like millions of miles

You know what I thinking about this life

Meet me at my favorite spot in life

Goodbye.

This is the letter I wrote to the government of Canada, asking them to stop discriminating against First Nations children and families on reserves, and asking them to stop taking First Nations children from their loving families. All the research is from the First Nations Child and Family Caring Society, whose website is here: https://fncaringsociety.com

You can read the following letter and please, please, even if you don’t live in Canada send a letter of your own, either using this letter as a template or in your own words:

This is not a fictional story. It is a collection of real life facts about what will happen if humanity fails to avert the climate catastrophe.

I have attempted to translate the beautiful works of the genius, mystical poet of Bangladesh, Nazrul Islam.

I watch over her. I feel her pain with her. I feel all the many injustices done to her. And I wish I could intervene. I wish I could intervene but ever since my powers became depleted, this is all I can do.

The child is away from her true family. And she is in a family that treats her like a thing. Treats her like a tool to be used and a service to be exploited. She keeps all the hurt and the suffering and the hopelessness she feels inside. She’s far, far too young to be this hopeless. No-one deserves to be this hopeless.

What she doesn’t know though is that she is the embodiment of hope itself.

The city is beautiful and glittering under the shine of the sun. But everyone knows of the people living underneath the city, in their subterranean world. The girl from the comfort and luxury of the world above ground doesn’t know much about the world underneath. But she is falling. She’s falling. And she does not know what awaits her.

Two worlds, placed in stark opposition with each other, placed intimately nestled close to each other. The world of hunger, thirst, sickness, and need. The world of the beggars. The world of luxury, comfort, pleasure, and contentment. The world of the shoppers. Two people look into each other’s faces. And they share a moment together. A small moment, mundane and abominable, in the flow of lives that take into account no justice, no mercy. Two people see each other. And nothing happens. And everything happens.

Nobody knows where the stories of Sheelo the prophet originated from. But everyone knows that they believe them. The stories are amazing, fantastical, inspiring, and so very empowering. And everyone knows that with Sheelo on their side, they are strong enough to stand up to those who have wealth and power.

I love my dad, the king. And I love my mom, the queen. They are so kind and full of love. They are good people. I know that they're good people. So why are all these people against them? Why are all these people saying such provocative things?

They want us to have poverty. They want us to serve them. To work for them. To be happy with our unbearably meagre lot in life. But we have each other. We have each other and that means that we have power. We can’t let them know that we have power, not ever. Because if they know, then they’ll destroy us.

The census is about to begin. I wonder if I’ll be brave enough to get through it. But I have to be. We all have to be. Because far too much depends on us, in this moment.