Shabnam Janet Janani
Journalist, Writer, Poet
A walk down Yonge Street - From a far, a pale streetlight is narrowly seen through snow-flakes that seem so undecided as to whether or not they are going to sit on the ground. Further ahead, near a bare tree close to a sewer manhole, a homeless man is lying on the street, an old brown blanket covering his body. Jim Walker feels colder by looking at the man. He put his right hand in the left inside pocket of his jacket and takes out a Marlboro cigarette package. Only two cigarettes are left…
Canadian from today - “I swear that I will be faithful and bear true allegiance to her Majesty Queen Elizabeth the Second, queen of Canada, her heirs and successors, and that I will faithfully observe the laws of Canada and fulfill my duties as a Canadian citizen,” repeated Fatima at her citizenship ceremony today, despite the fact that she didn’t quite understand the lines…
A dinner with Mr. Bruce - Mr. Bruce is a native Canadian with salt and pepper hair. He always wears a black tie with white stripes, which is a good match with his black rectangular shaped glass’s frame. Mr. Bruce has the habit of taking his glass off only to put on five minutes later. But tonight, he did that only once and that was when…
Unrealistic, maybe - Almost a year had passed since the planes had crashed into the New York’s World Trade Center and Doreen still continued to expect her son to return home. Every evening, she opens her window kitchen that faces the Liberty Street, and pokes her head outside of the window and becomes transfixed with looking to the end of the road, as if she is seeing a bright light that no one else can see.
The end of the street was dark as tar as the eye color of Doreen’s grandson, Fred…
Dignity
Abu-Ghraib Prison
Forbidden at bed