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Scent of spring: Songbirds, cherry blossoms, and warmer days

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    Spring, perhaps the most awaited season of the year, is about to grace this region of the world with its presence. I know spring is about to arrive in Delaware because after a series of unusually frigid mornings, which lasted from December through February, cheerful chirping of red-breasted robins, blue jays, and chickadees has now filled the morning air. In contrast to spring mornings, winter mornings are so hushed and uneventful that one may even question if birds exist in this land at all. To me, birdsongs are the harbinger of spring.  With the first sight of a bluejay perched on the backyard fence or a cardinal dancing on a leafless cherry branch, I know that my wait for spring is almost over, for I’ve learned from past experiences that an increase in bird activity signifies the approach of spring!  In this part of the world, during spring, nature comes alive with an abundance of activity. Everywhere I look, I witness signs of life. I witness new life in the ...

Where can we find a better world?

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How can we dream of a better world when hundreds of people are dropping dead, falling mutilated and becoming homeless everyday in Gaza? What has happened to our dear earth? Has it survived millions of years only to see the collapse of the human race, the so-called ashraful makhlukat or, the best creature created? The images of the bloodbath on the world media only make me shudder, leave me paralyzed at times. My mind and body stay numb at the photos posted on the world wide web. The humanitarian crisis in Gaza is taking the look of a catastrophe with hundreds dead, thousands wounded and maimed. An unfair war has been waged, a war where the opponent is too weak to combat. A friend of mine forwarded me an e- mail a day ago with gruesome images of dead and wounded Palestinians. My heart wept in silence for those small children who hung lifeless from the arms of their fathers and uncles. Their dangling hands bloody; their eyes shut; their faces innocent… What have these children done...