“The fire crackled. On Jutaire, without oxygen, the fire is different. Fed by different air. Maybe it wishes it were orange, for it sputters and reaches up to the sky with angry fists of blue and purple. It still doesn't… — Hafsah Laziaf Copy Share Image
“The fire crackled. On Jutaire, without oxygen, the fire is different. Fed by different air. Maybe it wishes it were orange, for it sputters… — Hafsah Laziaf Copy Share Image
“When I think of war, I see blood. Pain and suffering. Nothing good comes from war. But there is good. There will be an… — Hafsah Laziaf Copy Share Image
“I saw the Earth, yes. I saw the colors so magnificent, so vivid, so real. It was hope so large and round, green and… — Hafsah Laziaf Copy Share Image
“... But my voice is too soft. The wind picks up my words and swallows them whole.” — Hafsah Laziaf Copy Share Image
