fight-back

Lumani had never managed a failed delivery because, in the end, no matter how skilled or how hard they fought back, pressure applied in the right places caused even the strongest men to fracture.But this one? He'd watched her. Studied her. Observed what maybe even Uncle, the reader of people, had missed. This one was already fractured, and the lines between her broken pieces were not fissures but scar material stronger than whatever had once filled those spaces.

To lose--get angry and fight back. To win--forgive with love.

We're all looking for a peaceful and safe place, but maybe there is no such place. But we keep going no matter what's waiting for us down the road. We don't stop living.

The things that knock you down in life are tests, forcing you to make a choice between giving in and remaining on the ground or wiping the dirt off and standing up even taller than you did before you were knocked down. I__ choosing to stand up taller. I__l probably get knocked down a few more times before this life is through with me, but I can guarantee you I__l never stay on the ground.

She is intent on pleasing the men that frighten her.

I can love what is broken.

Nothing in her life makes sense.All she craves is for the pieces of the puzzle to fit together again.She is sure one day it will happen. She just doesn__ know when.She can__ fight injustice alone_ for that, she needs her friends.

You__e my prey tonight.

Practically, speaking up against street harassment is not about being a hero, getting credit points to be in the good books of a girl or a chance to impress anyone. It is about making sure that everyone has the right to enjoy that spring breeze, golden clouds and chirping without feeling uncomfortable.

It is not fiction. It is history. And both their histories match now.

Names can hide so much.

Welcome to Sex Media, Where Fantasy Becomes Reality!

This is a landscape of dreams cemented in the past, of hopes gone cold, of girls and boys for rent in officially empty tower blocks, where none is truly so.

The loudest silence is camera silence.

This is no place for limits.

I've learnt not to draw my sword first to strike. That in no way portends I have the most feeble of minds or might . . . Probably, I'm waiting for the perfect moment to startle with a fatal strike.

But I've bought a big bat.I'm all ready, you see.Now my troubles are goingTo have troubles with me!

I needed to wake up, stand up, and fight.