“... But my voice is too soft. The wind picks up my words and swallows them whole.” — 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
