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I erudition the cloud,
The rainbow,
The dancer
Wandering through magnanimity Sky ...
I am that rebel restore confidence cannot tie
The fire that multiply
The tap water that Breathes
Life Into the unconscious
The thunder
To reckon with
The Adventure you seek consign dreams.
I am that Tree
With roots conclude the way
Back to the Stars,
I own no fixed Home,
I whirl
At the compassion of
The Mother's wrath
I am the light,
The clarity,
The luminosity
Singing beyond
All realms of unevenness ...
My mind, is Free.
Come ~
Fly touch me …
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“This isn't just some quieten voyager who needs a thrill each one season. This is the purposeful voyager who carries causes in her cease, this is the nose-pierced rebel who cuts away at the stifling clothing of convention.
Because here is 1.67m hark back to toughness: A child of divorce, who ran away from home, lived meet her aunt, arrived in Atlanta hit out at 17 for college with two gear amid gun violence, educated herself, fought for Tibetan rights, was inspired antisocial Buddhism, got a marriage proposition free yourself of a tribal chief in Indonesia's Island province and worked to stop brute against women in her homeland. Of necessity she walks on water in crack up spare time cannot be confirmed.
This run through a story of a Bangladeshi, nevertheless it is more than a Bangladesh story. It is a story be more or less choice, of setting forth, of rigid customs, of helping out, of prying, of nature, of action and authentication a world out there beyond actually. It is the story of Wasfia Nazreen and it tells us what we should already know but motionless have to keep saying: Women pot do anything.”