The drums of battle beat fiercely,
Fathers headed for the front lines.
Leaving his family and everything he held dear,
Not in the name of fear, but in the name of love.
Letters written in trembling hands.
of battles, of bloody sands.
But they also spelled out dreams and new hopes,
For the little children he barely knew.
He fell, but it was not in vain,
For the sacrifice of love is never meaningless.
In written history, in unsung songs,
His courage is forever young.
Courage is also recklessness.
What will it take to make it meaningful courage?
It may be love.
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I would like to write an evidence-based article on a wide range of articles.It will take time because I am not used to it, but I like to write, so I will continue to do so steadily.
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Istanbul is a city bristling with life, a place where past and present, sacred and profane, intertwine under the watchful gaze of the Sultan Ahmet Mosque. As I explore this crossroads of cultures with Maya, my nine-year-old niece and the daughter of my late brother-in-law Frank, and my wife Nadia, Frank's sister, I find myself on a journey not just through Istanbul's history, but also into the depths of my own beliefs. Staying with Maya and her mother Elvan, my sister-in-law, I begin to see the city anew through their eyes, and to understand why James Baldwin said it "revived" him.
By Geoffrey Philp 3 days ago in Wander
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