Good for you

by Andrada Costoiu

Good for you,
All of you that have lived beautiful love stories,
Have broken your heart and then got up,
Wiped your tears and carried on, 
Towards another day, and another story.

Good for you,
All that face sickness,
As we all think that disease is never part of us,
Until it is,
Good for you for conquering the fears that are whirling in your head,
Good for you for choosing and fighting to be a survivor,
You are our teachers,
Because you have an extraordinary capacity to rebound and survive,
And you can show us how to stand up when life puts us down.

Good for you,
All of you that have dreams, and have broken your wings chasing them,
Only to get up,
And fly higher than before.

Good for you,
All of you that have lost yourselves, 
Had fallen, cried, and then got up,
And walked with your head up high, not hiding your permanent scars.
None of us has an innate toughness, but you have built your own,
Re-framed your life after a deep upset, 
And now you teach us resilience and strength. 

Good for you, all young and old,
Damaged and hopeful,
That have been through the hoops of life.

There is no grand script for life,
And each has his own,
We are all worthy and free,
To spin our versions of our stories.

Good for us,
Humanity has lasting worth and meaning,
Make your story count,
And don’t forget that after a tear, and a hurt,
You will always be stronger.

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Not “ the Giver” s world

by Lujin Malkawi

Hello everyone. Today I am going to share with you something that my daughter has written few months ago, after she finished reading this book “The Giver”. I thought her writing is really insightful, and deep for a twelve year old. There is also a movie made after the book.

Here is what she wrote:

“””I have just finished a book. It was assigned in my English class. I am 7thgrade.  The book is called “the Giver”, by Lois Lowry. I finished it fast! I stayed up at night and read it, maybe not having to wake up for school in the morning is a good thing.  At the beginning it seemed so much like the Divergent, a fictional story in which roles were assigned to each child and person. But the more I read, the more I realized that things that happened in the Giver are things that happen in our world. 

Let me give you a brief summary of the book.

The Giver’s world was made to be perfect. Everybody was the same, dressed the same, eating the same food, behaving the same way. Every family has 2 children, a boy and a girl, but they were not their biological kids. At age 12, each child was assigned his future role in this dystopian society. Some of them would go be Nurturers (taking care of small children), others would be Pilots(that fly drones), others would be…..whatever role it is given to them. 

One of them, every…many years , would be assigned to be the Receiver . This person was to hold all the memories, from the times before he was born until now.

This society was colorblind! People did not see in colors because the Elders thought seeing the world in color would make people do bad things.

People also were behaving very properly but they had no feelings. They did not know what was sadness, what was to be upset…..and they didn’t know what was love.

Then the Receiver, who is a young boy named Jonas, starts receiving memories from an older person, who was the  previous  Receiver for this community, but he was getting old. So Jonas gets to see, how people were living in the past.  He sees how people were sailing, sledding, he also gets to see mass protests and war. 

He understands that because of these bad things, like war, hatred, famine, the elders have built the perfect world in which they were living in. 

But then he understands another thing too. In this perfect society, when someone did not comply with the rules, when people were getting too old, when babies were considered not appropriate, or when there were twins they were RELEASED.

I had no idea what RELEASED meant at the beginning of the book. I thought that they were sent somewhere. But no, that wasn’t the case. They were actually being killed and there was a ceremony organized when someone was released. Because people had no feelings, they had no idea what they were doing and what death really meant.

Jonas realized and he saves his world, by going beyond the boundaries of his community and releasing all memories back to all people.

This book has made me sad. But it also made me realize that we don’t live in that kind of world. Our world is not perfect. For example, I don’t like animals  to be kept in  Zoos. So we should change that. I also don’t like when kids bully other kids. That should change too. But we live in a world where we care about each other and that matters so much.

Memories matter, love matters, seeing in colors matter. Life as we know it, matter.””

Born blind

by Andrada Costoiu

Ink has dried on papers,
Where pen has pressed hearts, of black and white,
Of yellow and all other human colors….
So many books have been written,
To highlight the difference of no difference……

“Billy, can we sit here,” asked a boy his play buddy.
“Yes Andrew, lets’!”
“Do you hear the birds singing?” he asked his friend,
“Yes, they sound nice,” answered Andrew.
“They have pretty feathers too, white and brown, just like the two of you,”
Said a man sitting on the bench next to theirs,
The boys smiled, and sword fought with their white canes.

The man watched their joyful child play for a while,
“I hope that other eyes would never break your play,”
The old man said to himself.
He left, sad, dragging with him the burden of seeing colors,
And all the meanings attached to them.

You cannot feel something,
Until someone teaches you to feel something.
And sometimes, you cannot think something,
Until someone teaches you to think something.

Colors….

Red symbolizes excitement, passion and love in Western cultures
It also symbolized communism and revolution in countries like Russia.
Yellow, In Germany it represents envy,
In Egypt it means happiness and fortune.
Purple means wealth around the world. 
But in Brazil and Thailand purple is the color of mourning.


Billy and Andrew have not learned about black and white,
Born blind, 
They would have others to teach them……
And the others must never break their play.

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She was a ballerina

by Andrada Costoiu

Nobody walked her path,
She carried her sorrows with grace.
Everybody starts somewhere different,
But she had many judges, all of them wrong.

She put away rejection slips,
Into a drawer full of pain.
“ I’m not like the others,” she cried,
Hoping that people will understand that passions
Choose whom to embody and then never leave.

Her eyes danced,
In this small moment in time she was becoming.
“Your hair looks lovely,
It must have taken many years to grow it so long,” said one
“It did,” she thought,
But it took much longer to be here
And step into the stage lights.

With strong legs and a heart full of love,
She took her limitations and her vulnerabilities
And bought them to the limelight.
The music started,
And she did what she was born to do: she danced,
She was a one-arm ballerina,
Imperfect in a perfect world,
And perfect in an imperfect world.

Note: this is a poem about the struggle of being accepted for what we are. Our society is not very kind as people are being judged against existent stereotypes that are hard to break. We forget that behind any skin color, any missing limbs….there is a soul with hopes and dreams. That soul did not chose how it would be embodied. Whatever you might be, fight for your dreams. Whatever they might tell you, keep going forward. You are worth it, everybody is.

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