“I sing out to the birds, but they have flown away and will not return to recount stories of distant places only they can visit. No restrictions, no imprisonment. They can move beyond the walls of hate while I remain trapped inside this cage.” FreedomBirdsImprisonmentCageThe Way It IsShirani Rajapakse Book:The way it is Source: The way it is
“Raise your sons to be better humans, before you tell your daughters to cover up.” Raising ChildrenDaughtersSonsThe Way It IsShirani Rajapakse Book:The way it is Source: The way it is
“w Waiting silently for the day when everything changes and those fortifications crumble, and you can stand up, pull off the head scarf let your hair dance in the sun lift your face to the skies as your words fly free like butterflies on the breeze.” HairFlyThe Way It IsShirani RajapakseHead Scarf Book:The way it is Source: The way it is
“Waiting silently for the day when everything changes and those fortifications crumble, and you can stand up, pull off the head scarf let your hair dance in the sun lift your face to the skies as your words fly free like butterflies on the breeze.” HairFlyThe Way It IsShirani RajapakseHead Scarf Book:The way it is Source: The way it is
“Your daughters are receptors of knowledge, filled with interesting ideas, thoughts that could generate great conversations, find solutions to the world’s problems, if you care to engage them in talk. Don’t force them to be something they are not, because your sons have no control over themselves. Don’t shut them in, imprison them in shrouds, black cloaks with only their eyes showing, covering them up like corpses ready to be thrown on a communal burial heap.” ImprisonmentDaughtersThe Way It IsShirani RajapakseHead ScarfBlack Cloaks Book:The way it is Source: The way it is
“Democracy rules, you know. We have freedom of expression, or so we are told, yet our lips are sealed with unspoken threats.” DemocracyFreedom Of SpeechThreatsThe Way It IsShirani RajapakseSealed Lips Book:The way it is Source: The way it is
“He never had a chance even with his brown black black brown arms up in the air. Unarmed. Undone. Was it the color or something else? We can only guess why bullets fly from guns in white hands into brown black, black brown, brown black brown painting streets red.” RacismPolice BrutalityGunsThe Way It IsShirani Rajapakse Book:The way it is Source: The way it is