Some find it cold, empty, and fragile. The smallest sound would shatter it into 1000 pieces. It is a cage. It is a punishment that one can not escape. For others, it is a blessing. A moment that is just them and the world. A chance to fill it with hope, life, and peace. What silence means is up to the eyes of the holder....

I can’t take the pain. Not anymore. Everyone I love has been stolen from my life. My sister is the only one left. My mother and father were slaughtered in front of my siblings and I. My older brother told us to run. I remember the day so vividly. It is burned into my brain. The look on my parents’ faces. Their screams, telling us to run. The swords that were shoved through their chests. The way th...