The most beautiful gift ever given to me was a pen. In it I found a voice I never knew I had. Through it I found a solace and peace to comfort the battling voices inside me. With it I fought dictators and won a freedom I yearned. The ink in my pen never dried. It still flows to celebrate the freedom to live.
Today i will write, and i will say something louder than the silence of the oppressed, louder than the silence of the weak, louder than the silence of the afraid. This pen will write history, will write it loud today.
” Read: And thy Lord is the Most Bounteous, Who teacheth by the Pen, Teacheth man that which he knew not ” [Quraan: Surah Alaq]