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Jozo Garic
Repriza progona
- Biography & Autobiography
- Croatian
- 107141 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 1488
- 1
Još dok sam po vrelom suncu nesigurnim korakom koračao prema kapiji „slobode“, ispunjen srećom i strahom istovremeno, opraštao sam onima što su mi ostavili ožiljke na tijelu i duši, misleći da zavedeni i zaneseni nisu znali što čine. A onima što su nacističkom politikom osmislili giljotinu nad nedužnim civilima zaradi etničkog čišćenja, morao sam oprostiti jer su bili daleko i u zaštiti istomišljenika što su im se hvalospjevom i za šaku cekina dodvoravali. Bez ljutnje koju sam pod noge bacio, vratio sam se u mislima pitanju od kog mi se krv u venama ledila: “Što me čeka iza kapije i na putu dugom par kilometara do stana i hoće li ponovno hapšenje, nakon nekoliko koraka slobode, a bilo ih je često, obnoviti i produljiti moju golgotu?“ I dok je kapija „slobode“ u zjenici moga oka enormno brzo rasla, a misli se znojile pred mogućim, zastrašujućim scenarijima kroz dolazeće minute i sate, nešto poznato je u mojim ušima škripnulo, a oblačić prašine sa makadama mi je zapuhnuo nozdrve:
„Sjedni u hlad, tamo ispod šupe, za desetak minuta sam tu pa ću te odvesti kući!“ odjeknuo je muški glas sa moje desne strane poput naredbe, od čega sam instinktivno gurnuo ruke sa malim zavežljajem na leđa, a glavu oborio ka cesti. Ispod oka sam u otvorenom prozoru automobila prepoznao oficira i bez riječi, u znak pristanka zakoračio u stranu, pogledom prateći oblak prašine ispred kog se, kao u bijegu skrivao crveni golf. Još od dana dovođenja u ovaj osmišljeni pakao poniženih i obespravljenih, od onih što su se barem jednom tjedno pred oltarom obvezivali na ljubav prema bližnjemu, pokušavao sam prema učenju iz vjeronauka, Bogu predati moje goleme i nerješive brige. Da sam ih time skinuo sa vrata nisam osjetio, ali da mi je On s vremena na vrijeme uzvraćao rješenjem koje smo mi ljudi karakterizirali kao stjecaj povoljnih okolnosti, baš kao i u ovom slučaju, mogao sam mirno svjedočiti.
Sa povraćenim mirom i ulivenim optimizmom, zahvalno sam misli posvetio onima, a bilo je i njih, koji su suosjećanjima, skrivenom pomoći, toplim riječima, zalizivali moje rane i vraćali nadu u postojanje normalnog sutra. Jedan od njih je bio i moj radni kolega iz Trudbenika Milutin, sa friško rođenim nadimkom Kukanjac, pošten i dobronamjeran čovjek srednjih godina, ponekad stacioniran na liniji razgraničenja pruženoj preko Putnikovog brda, a ponekad angažiran kao čuvar u logoru Bare. Na Putnikovom brdu, govorio bi Milutin, misli bi posvećivao svom ortaku sa radnog mjesta Marjanu, pitajući se, sjedi li upravo tada i on u suprotnom rovu, i kako bi on Milutin sa rafalom mogao jurišati na Marjana, kada zna da mu iza leđa stoji radom i znojem sagrađena kuća i voljena obitelj. Kući je donio sa posla Marijanovu šalicu za kavu i iz nje pije, pa i kada mu gosti u uniformi izbiju, bez straha i stida priča o ljudini sa Usore, siguran da Marjan ne bi pucao, da mu se na nišanu pojavi on, njegov drug Milutin. Sjećajući se prvih dana stražarenja pored krcate barake zatvorenika, pričao bi kako je kod kuće večerao, a vojničku porciju sljedovanja iz kasarne, u noćnoj straži kradom proturao izgladnjelim Grapčanima. U zgradi gdje je stanovao, štitio je Milutin komšiju iz Osijeka, pokazujući zube zločestom i rasplamsanom nacionalizmu, a dok bi se u kamionu vozili ka zrelim pšeničnim njivama Bosanske Posavine, milovao bi glavu dječaka Pere iz Kulaša, u vlastitom krilu usnulog, uspoređujući ga glasno sa svojim sinom. I dok su mi zahvalne misli tekle od jednog do drugog lika Milutinovog kova, a zaslužili su spomen, dočekao sam i mog oficira, nekadašnjeg radnog i kolegu sa post studija.
Tako sam stigao pred svoju zgradu u pratnji i automobilom, a dok sam se zahvaljivao i opraštao od uniformiranog oficira, iz zgrade je izašao milicionar, moj susjed, izgledom bi se reklo sretan, ali sasvim sigurno rasterećen zbog slike ispred očiju što mu je dokazivala moju nevinost. Znao sam da će taj detalj proizvesti priču što će u jednom danu stići do mnogih ušiju i stvoriti mi željenu i potrebnu zaštitu pa sam ozarenog lica zahvalno poklonio kratki pogled nebu.
Srce mi je počelo snažnije i brže da tuče dok sam gledajući prema balkonu mog stana išao ka ulazu u zgradu, a nakon kratkog kucanja, odškrinula su se vrata susjedovog stana, pa nakon kratkog zbunjenog pogleda prema meni, bez ijedne riječi me dohvatila Husnijina ruka te me naprosto uvukla u hodnik, a onda iza zatvorenih vrata, snažno me i očinski prigrlila.
Bili su to moji prvi koraci na putu u slobodu, teške, devedeset i druge godine [more]
Keywords: Rat, Progon, Logor, Strah, Patnje, Smrt, Nadanja
€14.49
Isioma Jemimah Okonicha
1001 Stories Of Greatness, Series 2
- Fiction
- English
- 5944 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 44
1001 stories of Greatness are short fictional stories about how to tap into your potential by first looking within you to discover your hidden advantage and strength. Discovering who you can become starts with first accepting to look inward. If you do not look inward, how do you know your genius?
These stories give pointers to how to live fulfilled and free lives. And they are not meant for a selected few, but rather everyone of any age who has become responsible for their decisions.
To those who have lost time doing nothing significant and staying unfulfilled, I'm glad to tell you that time lost can be regained as long as you do not quit!
And for those who are just starting out in life, it is important to let you know that every decision you make will determine whether you truly live or merely exist. So make decisions wisely.
1001 stories of greatness contain wisdom that you need on your journey, especially for the times when every road seems blocked. You can navigate your well as long as you have the right information and knowledge.
Chapter 1 begins:
As the sun began to set over the small town, the group of friends gathered around the table on the patio, ready to unwind after a long day. They had planned a laid-back evening, with good food and even better drinks to share.
The first round of drinks was a round of refreshing cocktails, made with crisp white rum, tangy lime juice, and a splash of sweet simple syrup. As they sipped on their drinks, the friends chatted and laughed, catching up on everything that had happened since they last saw each other.
Next, they decided to switch things up with a round of rich, smooth red wines. Each of them chose a different bottle, eager to try something new and share their favorites with the group. As they sipped and savored the complex flavors of the wine, the conversation turned to more serious topics, as they delved into discussions about their careers, relationships, and the future.
As the night went on, the group consisting of young boys and girls in their teens, decided to switch to something a little stronger. They brought out a selection of fine whiskies, from smooth, honeyed single malts to bold, peaty blends. They poured themselves generous glasses and sat back, sipping slowly as they talked and listened to music.
As the night began to wind down, the group decided to end their evening with a round of after-dinner drinks. They brought out a tray of cordials and liqueurs, including rich, creamy Kahlua, sharp, bittersweet Campari, and smooth, velvety Bailey's. They mixed and matched, creating unique, layered cocktails that perfectly capped off their evening.
As they finished their drinks and said their goodbyes, the friends all agreed that it had been a perfect evening, filled with good company, delicious food, and a wide variety of delicious drinks. They made plans to do it all again soon, already looking forward to their next gathering and the new drinks they would discover and share.
But among the group was Mira, silent and lost in her thoughts, she had always been a bright, curious child, full of energy and enthusiasm for life. But as she grew older, her life became increasingly troubled and abusive.
Her father was an alcoholic and a drug addict, who was prone to violent outbursts and abuse. He would lash out at Mira and her mother whenever he was in one of his drunken rages, leaving them both bruised and battered.
Mira's mother, exhausted and beaten down by years of abuse, was unable to protect her daughter from her father's wrath. She tried her best to shield Mira from the worst of it, but there was only so much she could do.
As a result, Mira grew up feeling scared, vulnerable, and alone. She struggled with low self-esteem and a deep sense of worthlessness, believing that she was somehow to blame for her father's behavior.
As she entered her teenage years, Mira began to act out, seeking attention and validation from anyone who would give it to her. She became rebellious and wild, getting into trouble at school and with the law.
Her mother, desperate to get her daughter back on track, sent her to live with her aunt and uncle in a small town on the other side of the country. Mira was resistant at first, but eventually came to see the move as an opportunity to start fresh and leave her troubled past behind.
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Haitham Al Fiqi
Mental Health Guide
For students, teachers, school psychologists, nurses, social workers, counselors and parents.
- Psychology
- English
- 25268 Words
- Ages 16 and up
- 31
Most people think that mental health only applies to those people who have diagnosable mental disorders. The truth is ALL of us should be concerned about our mental health. It is our basis of being healthy. It is the holistic approach to health. In fact, many people adhere to the belief that mental health is the core of healthiness. Health starts and ends with mental health. It encompasses everything and it is everybody's business.
For virtually all people, mental health is often neglected until something apparently becomes wrong. Until then, we will have to wait for signs that it is vital to our existence, to our well being, to our relationships with other people, to our perceptions, to our fulfillment and even to our own happiness.
Even though we have achieved great medical advancements, there still seems to be lacks in our general knowledge on mental health. We have developed quick fixes to our physical ailments but we are left far behind with our solutions to mental illnesses. If we have anything, there still remain some loopholes and what we know is inconclusive. We haven’t developed universal treatments for psychological disorders and even assessments and diagnosis of such ailments are flawed.
In the past, the general concept for being healthy is the "absence of disease". If so, then someone who doesn’t have diagnosable heart attack but experience irrational fear on something like chicken or heights is a healthy person. In fact, no.
While blood pressure, cholesterol level, and body temperature are easy to asses these are still seen as singular components of our health. Disruptions in these mechanisms mean that a person could be physically ill. However, the health of a person is not only associated to how well his body functions but also to how well are his psychological, emotional and social dispositions. Manifestations of mental illness are much harder to asses since most symptoms occur discreetly during the developmental stages of the disorders and internal states are dependent on the subjective nature of the disorder. For example, someone who usually feels "blue" may or may not be diagnosed with depression.
We also have to take into account the social aspect of mental health. People who have sickness have more obvious manifestations that they are ill, therefore the society and immediate environment could easily identify whether or not a person is sick. For mental health, however, ignorance could lead to wrong perceptions. For example, a teenager who became drug-dependent and later committed suicide is viewed as irresponsible and desperate when in fact he may be suffering from a psychological disorder.
A simplistic definition to mental health could be "successful mental functioning". But what are the parameters of this definition? What could possibly tell us that someone is struggling through mental illness?
a) Someone who is distressed for a prolonged period without apparent, logical reason.
b) Someone who has disruptions in thinking
c) Someone who has altered behaviors and moods
d) Someone who relies on substances such as drugs, alcohol and cigarettes may have issues on their mental health
e) Someone who has impaired social functions
These are just representations of how a person with mental health may behave. However, these are not conclusive bases.
As we may yet to understand, mental health is directly correlated with physical ailment or health. Both may be one and the same but are very different in nature.
· This eBook sheds light on the most important topics in the field of mental health and answers many questions.· This eBook is useful for students, teachers, nurses, workers, and anyone interested in the field of mental health.· Buy this eBook now ! [more]
Keywords: Mental Health Guide, school psychologists, Alternative Methods in Mental Health Care, Early Sign of Autism, Post -Traumatic Stress Disorder, Seasonal Affective Disorder, Sleep and Mood, Post-traumatic stress disorder, The Psychopathic Personality, Social Anxiety Disorder, the Mental Health Assessment, Mental Health Nursing, Single Parent Psychology and Mental Health, Optimized Mental Health
$9.99
Susan Willingham
Crystal Masquerade
- Short Story
- English
- 1508 Words
- No Age Recommendation
- 496
- 2
CRYSTAL MASQUERADE
By Susan Willingham
The girl didn’t know how she got there, but it seemed as though she had been with them her entire life. She had suddenly found herself living with a family where the people were made of crystals. They had the form of a normal flesh and blood person, but there were tiny, gleaming jewels of different colors making up their eyes, lips, hair, and skin. They looked like crystal dolls. The entire family was outwardly beautiful, each part of their perfect bodies sparkling with colorful clarity. The mother had black hair, each strand consisting of tiny gems of shimmering blue-black onyx. Her eyes were of a brilliant sapphire, emblazoned with a radiant light, so brilliant that it was impossible to look at them for more than a few seconds at a time. Her lips consisted of jewels of ruby, like fiery embers of red, that flashed and moved when she spoke. Her teeth were a perfect glimmering white. When she moved, every minute gem of her body appeared to move singularly in a synchronized form. The rest of the family…father, son, and daughter, had the same likeness of appearance. The only difference was that the men were not as spectacular as the radiant women. Even the family dog was dazzling, with a beautiful coat of shining gold that moved with a fluid grace.
Another surprising thing was that their bizarre behavior did not seem to affect the rest of the town. The citizens of this ordinary town actually appeared not to notice their abnormality. The Crystal family interacted with others as if they were just everyday people. They had jobs and went to school like everyone else.
The girl observed the exquisite family closely while she was in their midst. Even though they appeared to have thoughts, feelings, and emotions of happy, rational human beings, there was something different about them besides their appearance that she could only discern after a period of close observation. Their beauty was deceptive. Their smiles and laughter were too quick, too bright, too fake. There was some internal struggle, like a cancer eating away at their insides, consuming them, while they were frantically trying to ignore it. Their jeweled smiles hid their pain and they had beauty to cover their weaknesses. This family’s performance was convincing. The whole town was convinced. And maybe if the whole town believed the façade, they would believe it, too. But at times, when the girl looked closely, she could detect what appeared to be tears glistening behind their beautifully jeweled eyes. She wondered if they fell apart when no one was watching. Maybe they would let her in on their dark secret, their hidden torture, and she could help them somehow. But the farce was too deep, too hidden. They would only deny that anything at all was wrong. They were living among the dead.
They accepted the girl as if she were one of them, as if she had always been one of them - like maybe she had been born into their family, or that she was made of the same things as they were. She marveled at this and wondered why they welcomed her and why she felt so comfortable with them. Suddenly, with an awakening that struck here like a lightening bolt, she knew. She knew only too well. The girl had been drawn to them because she was becoming like them. She began to remember where she had come from. She saw herself running… running a hundred miles an hour in the wrong direction and searching for someone, something to save her from the chains that are holding her prisoner. She hoped someone would hear her crying and carry her away, perhaps a prince charming that would step in and save her life. She was running from the ugliness in her life that had instilled itself into her heart, making it cold and hard. She had a cesspool inside, just like the Crystal family, and if she didn’t clean it out and allow herself to be filled with “something good and wonderful”, she would become like them. Instead of a beautiful diamond heart that matched their jeweled outside, this picture perfect family carried around a hard black piece of coal. The girl could begin to feel her own heart freezing.
It was a slow fade, so slow that the girl didn’t realize that her life was anything but okay. It started when she was a child; it probably started before she was even born. The life was all she knew and she thought everyone else’s life was the same. She thought that it was normal to live in a family where the father drank himself into a stupor every night. She thought it natural that her father would beat her mother until she cried out in hushed whimpers. She was remembering it all now, the past crashing in on her like a tidal wave, knocking her to her knees. She was dredging up memories of the abuse, the drunkenness, the fear. Suddenly the girl was back in her childhood, hiding under the porch all alone with her demons, clutching the puppies that her pet Evie had given birth to recently. She stroked and consoled them as if they, too, felt the dread of the fight above them and were also dismayed at what the future held for them.
The girl was heaving with the burden of shame she had carried since she was a child. She continued to carry that shame as she grew into her teens and began to realize how sick her family and her life were. She felt beneath her classmates and friends, and believed that if they really knew her and knew what her life was like, they wouldn’t like her at all. She was rejected by the “popular” kids because she wore old clothes and lived in an ugly house, and everyone in the small town knew about her father. Soon she found drugs, and in the first instance she tried them, she felt complete. She felt powerful, in control, beautiful, rich, everything that she was not. The drug crowd accepted her. They didn’t seem to care where she lived, what she wore, or that she had a father that was an alcoholic. They had the same problems as she did, and some worse. Even though the drugs worked for her for a while, they eventually became ineffective in covering her pain. The girl found herself searching for something else, anything to make her feel okay. She tried it all and nothing worked. That is when her heart began to harden and she put a wall up to keep out the hurt and shame.
The next thing the girl knew she found herself living with these beautiful people make of crystals. She had to leave them. She had to find the answer for her life, and the answer was not in beauty and riches. She had to find “Something Good and Wonderful.” She dropped to her knees in anguish. It was there that she found the answer. She would take back her life from the demons that had snatched it since she was small. She would take back her identity, her heart, and her soul. She would find out who she was and what her values were. She would no longer believe the lies of her past, the lies of the devil…that she was no good. She would no longer live with shame and with the misery of jumping from place to place, relationship to relationship to find happiness. The “Something Good and Wonderful” spoke to the girl and said “Do you want to be free? Lift your arms. I have the keys for the chains that bind you.” She was free! She would go back to the Crystal family one last time to tell them the good news.
When the girl went to them, she saw that they had gotten worse. Their appearance was even more perfect and beautiful than she had remembered. They were trying harder to delude themselves. She confronted the mother and told her about the “Something Good and Wonderful.” The beautiful woman slowly shook her head, her hair flashing with the motion, her ruby lips trembling. Her amazing cerulean eyes began misting with a slow agony. They gazed at each other for what seemed like eternity. Slowly the girl could see the woman’s flawless body begin to melt, her lovely features fading away. The colorful crystals ran together into a dripping twinkling wax. The onyx of her hair blended with the blue of her eyes and with the red of her lips, creating a merging color of sparkles, shimmering into a pool on the floor beneath her. The girl stared at the glittering substance on the floor in front of her and gravely watched as it changed into a colorless powder. Sorrowfully, she scooped the powder into the palm of her hand and softly blew, scattering it into a mist of a million tiny pieces. [more]
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