In the Joy of Others, Lies Our Own

The 4:45 PM sun was on its graceful descent as the first gunshot shook the air. Normally pervaded by a feeling of paramount peace, the air now reverberated with fear. The complex for spiritual worship was filled with the rancid smell of gunpowder, followed by a mouthful of debris. The hallowed halls, ornate with majestic… Continue reading In the Joy of Others, Lies Our Own