28. “Home” (The Hajj Journal)

A row of mountains underneath a cloudy sky, with rolling forests beneath it.

September 21, 2015

When I laid down to sleep I thought of home. I imagined a country called Canada. Continue reading “28. “Home” (The Hajj Journal)”

To my brothers and sisters in America

To my brothers and sisters in America,

I, like you, woke up today and lost a little faith in humanity. And if I, a Canadian in the far north, feels this way, I can’t imagine how you are feeling this morning. Afraid. Terrified. Shocked.  Continue reading “To my brothers and sisters in America”