“The fire crackled. On Jutaire, without oxygen, the fire is different. Fed by different air. Maybe it wishes it were orange, for… — 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… — Hafsah Laziaf Lissa 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,… — Hafsah Laziaf Earth Copy Share Image
“... But my voice is too soft. The wind picks up my words and swallows them whole.” — Hafsah Laziaf Lissa Copy Share Image
