What Is Love Essay

Plot Twist I really wanted to go to Baba and tell him that we had to leave Kabul. Of course it was that or Hassan and Ali leaving Kabul. But I had to do what I had to do, we could not be here together, it was not right. It had to be the perfect time, also when Ali and Hassan were gone. So that day I had waited till they had to go to get food from the market. Than that was the moment I had done something I never had done before, I lied and black mailed my brother ,the person that fed from…

Asking a myriad of questions: What happened? Where is your mother? Did everyone get out? I was only fourteen but had the consciousness of mind to make sure all the children were safe. I remember the sensation of standing beside myself directing my actions. I am convinced the angles…

Journal Don’t ever lose hope finding someone you love. In the book Maximum Ride: The Angle Experiment, Max, Nudge, Fang, Iggy, and Gasman had someone taken away from them. These people known as erasers or “white coats” had taken away eleven year old Angel to the “school” as they call it, but ill talk about that later. Max, or her full name Maximum is one of the older Characters next to Fang (boy) at around the age 18. Both Nudge (girl) and Gasman (boy) are at around 10 to 13, and Angel is 11.…

Chabelo Have you ever had a pet that was almost like your friend or another family member? Well I have had one and it was a mini Labrador named Chabelo. I know you are probably asking why Chabelo? Some of you know that Chabelo is a Mexican show host that is really old and big and dresses up like it kid. Well my dog had a medium sized body and looked like he was a baby lab but a really big one that’s why we named him Chabelo. Chabelo will always have a place in my heart. Chabelo was playful,…

us back to the first problem. I decided to just keep driving, I would find a place to go eventually. I ended up driving out of the city and onto more icy roads, I could hardly see past my own tears, let alone the snow that had begun to fall. After what felt like maybe ten minutes I could hardly see anything because of how heavy the snow was, my eyes felt so tired but I still couldn’t stop crying. I felt like a broken faucet. Then the next thing I remember is that I was somehow driving on the…

nurses stopped what they were doing and looked at him and then at each other confusingly. “What did you just say?” MJ huffed, blowing out steam from his anger that was building up inside and forming enraged from the thought of seeking revenge on the nigga who’d done that to him. “My daughter, Marlorana! I need to know if she is okay, now!” MJ said in a confused and menacing tone. Both nurses looked at each other again and this time the older black lady spoke up. “Honey, from what I read in the…

“This isn’t actually happening? How could this be? What? Why?” These questions kept running around in my head as I stay up through the gloomy, cold nights. I desperately tried to disregard the darkness of the situation. It was problematic for me to focus on keeping warm in this blank, emotionless room when this situation, of roughly three months ago, had kept recapping in my mind – the intense pain shared between friends and family, endless tears, and the cramping of my hands from trying to look…

In class, we talked about what discipleship means from a Christian standpoint and what it can often look like from the world’s perspective (NASCAR Preacher/Victoria Osteen). We discussed how this confusion can be caused by the “tangled stories,” "disordered loves," and "counter-narratives" that face us in our culture. With reference to course materials and class discussions, explain TWO of these concepts and how they can complicate our understanding of discipleship. Then explain how a…

to face him. He was very light-skinned, pallid, even. He snarled menacingly, saying, “Who are you to interfere with my plans?” Then I snapped. Who does this guy think he is? “Listen here, you deranged idiot! My little sister is scared. I don’t care what you do to me, but I will not let you hurt my sister!” Seething with rage, I punched him in the nose. A trickle of blood flowed down the man’s face. “You have made a grave mistake,” he whispered, his voice sounding not unlike the hiss of a king…

dear to us. The Semmes is a humble family, devoted to one another and always stood for what they believed in and what was right. This is their story of hope through many years of suffering they endured as a family over a loss that no family chooses to experience. Its times like these that love of a family has to dig down deep inside and somehow find the strength to go on, though you leave something behind. What do you do? How do you overcome? When will we be together again? These are the…