Grief. A farewell. It’s not the goodbye that hurts. It’s the fact that I can’t do anything for you anymore. No matter how much I cry in pain, I...
MERS, we were at war for 70 days. It was not a war against the virus, but a war between truth and lies, faith and disbelief. Even if the war against...
Normal is relative. A father, taking care of the 19-year-old handicapped son who declares his independence. He can´t take nor turn down his son who...