You guessed it completely wrong; this story isn’t about contaminated corpses mutating into creatures without a soul, craving for fresh meat and warm blood. The following story is happening in a parallel universe, a universe peculiarly similar to ours, where the walking dead might be the person sitting next to you, your neighbor, your colleague, or your best friend!
This is a reflection of a dying person. While taking her last breaths she remembers that she was asked once: 'what do you think happens when we die?'
She was lying there on the ground covered with blood, she stared deeply at the stars above her.
My brother and I were once passing by a herd of sheep. I curiously peered through the car window at the obedient and uniform drove as they crossed the street in front of us. My brother stopped the car and impatiently waited.
When I first saw that video published by Aljazeera on Facebook one year ago, I was very proud and happy to see a Moroccan girl piercing her way to one of the most ingenious, and valuable agencies on the planet. I was amazed that these days’ young generation is not only distracted by the massif influence of celebrities and trifles. Some of them are actually keen to explore a field that every atom of our culture goes against it: Space.
we force ourselves every single day to wake up early, get dressed, have a hasty breakfast, commute to work, and perform monotonous tasks all the day long, only to get back home awfully exhausted, ready to do one thing: sink into the couch, eat, and watch TV until we fall asleep.
