Historical
A Thousand and One Nights: Echoes of Justice and Equality
Lessons of Justice and Equity Introduction: As the moon rises high in the night sky, Scheherazade takes a pause and looks at the king with a gleam in her eyes. "Your Majesty, prepare yourself for a tale that will challenge your perception of justice and equity," she says, her voice filled with anticipation. The king leans forward, intrigued by the promise of a thought-provoking story.
By Theen Bathusha3 years ago in Fiction
A Thousand and One Nights: Tales of Redemption and Empathy
Introduction: As the moonlight spills into the royal chambers, Scheherazade prepares to immerse the king in a tale that will touch the depths of his soul. The Healing Power of Empathy unfolds through a carefully crafted story of lost love and longing, intricately woven to mirror the king's own emotional journey.
By Theen Bathusha3 years ago in Fiction
Pastures of Death.. Content Warning.
In the golden embrace of the Kenyan savannah, where the winds whispered secrets and the grasses danced to their own rhythm, a young Maasai warrior named Kip stood atop a hill. His eyes gleamed with an unwavering determination as he surveyed the sprawling plains, yearning for a future where peace would reign and the tribes would stand united.
By Margaret Muthoni3 years ago in Fiction
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As the sun began to set, the sky erupted into a vibrant display of colors. Shades of pink, orange, and purple blended together to create a stunning palette that painted the entire horizon. The clouds looked like fluffy cotton candy, floating lazily in the warm summer breeze.
By 𝕽𝖔𝖞𝖆𝖑 𝕿𝖎𝖌𝖊𝖗 3 years ago in Fiction
The Extraordinary Adventure of Amelia and the Time Key. Content Warning.
FOREWORD In the realm of imagination and boundless curiosity, where dreams intertwine with reality, there exists a tale that transcends time itself. It is a story of a young girl named Amelia, whose extraordinary adventure would leave an indelible mark on the world and ignite a fire in the hearts of all who hear it.
By Samuel Korede3 years ago in Fiction
On the Wings of Birds
AFTER Hinewai was packing, Tania helping, both feeling so excited at the thought of returning to their lives on the other side of the desert and lake, and Kahu – it took awhile, but Kahu had built a new village – not out of the ruins, but closer to the great Lake Taupo, amidst even more precarious, volcanic steaming eruptions – his people were used to the rumbles and the continual thermal activity, they knew where to build and where not to, they knew where to step and where not to, they knew when to get into hot springs and recognized the signs and knew when to get out, before the water reached boiling point, they knew which areas to avoid, and which areas were calmer than they appeared to be. Even the horses knew which areas were dangerous and which were not, so long had the Te Arawa lived in the wild terrain. Rebuilding and helping what was left of his people had kept him too busy to feel too lonely, except when he retired for the night, when he was so tired that the fleeting thoughts of missing his wife barely began before he was snoring, and his dreams were always the same…
By TANIKA SMITH WHEATLEY3 years ago in Fiction
On The Wings of Birds
SUNRISE Three girls and Pupuhi the Beagle dog followed Hinewai into the desert. Some of Horieke’s men were tracking them. “Shhhh,” she commanded, “do exactly as I tell you…firstly, we must walk as one, not follow, remove your footwear and make skid marks instead of footprints…they will mistake them for Tua marks…and Reina, carry the dog…”
By TANIKA SMITH WHEATLEY3 years ago in Fiction
On the Wings of Birds
The escape Hinewai was sitting on a rocky plateau watching the wondrous geyser activity that seemed to spread out in all directions as far as the eyes could see, surrounding her with hissing mist, at her new home. How she’d wished that she had thought to bring one of the many bird totems with her – it would have looked like a shining Manaian symbol among the Te Arawa ethereal misty lands. She hadn’t realized how much time she’d spent praying to those totems, back home. She hadn’t realized how little she had bought with her – travel light, she’d instructed everyone, we will get new things at Te Arawa – too late, she realized just how precious some things were, like the totems that she had taken for granted, at Manaia. She supposed she couldn’t ask for any to be made, especially now, when these people were changing, becoming like the Pakeha, and worshipping their Gods – or God – apparently, they only had one, although they also prayed to his son’s mother, Mary…
By TANIKA SMITH WHEATLEY3 years ago in Fiction
