i continue, yet i begin.

There have been blogs before, because in my heart I am a writer who will never be able to stop. Some were public some were personal..all dealing with the typical coming of age ramblings. At this phase in my life there are many changes occurring, expected ones as well as unexpected ones. For the first time in my life all personal matters are not only at peace but the best they have ever been. Which comes as a shock considering most other things in life are completely unpredictable.

My purpose in writing a public blog for the first time in three years, now? I will be working to bring publicity to the crisis in Congo and have it recognized by the UN as a holocaust. I have a sense of purpose now that was melting away for some time. http://www.cbsnews.com/sections/i_video/main500251.shtml?id=3706833n&channel=/sections/60minutes/videoplayer3415.shtml

Genocide. What an ugly term.
I’m only here because my father too narrowly escaped death and torture in the genocide of 1971 in Bangladesh and my mother was probably fair enough to be spared. Known as the most mass concentration of deaths in the shortest time in history, the rape of bangladesh is still… oddly… relatively unheard of– and is wiped out in some countries’ history books.

http://www.heritageonline.com.pk/chronology/genocide-in-bangladesh-1971.html

I always felt as if I was groomed for a larger purpose. I was never and still am not comfortable in my own skin knowing I can do bigger and better things with the gifts I’ve been provided. Genocide will be one of many things I will be writing about I’m sure, right along with the other things that I want to have a voice for.

Sure certain things remain the same, my day to day routine of school, work, and ambition and normalcy is still there. However through this page I will be able to remind myself that maybe even one person will see something different, will become more aware…even if the only person that visits this page is just me.

That glass of lemonade made of lemons which Life so graciously gifted is half full, for sure.

and we’ve yet to fill it some more,

so lemons, keep coming. Life, keep giving.