* * * “Whassup, cute girl?” a stranger tried to grab Isabella’s shoulder in one dark midnight. “Argh!” Isabella screamed and ran. No one seemed to hear her screaming there near London Metro, so she kept running until she found a taxi and went home. Every time Isabella remembered that horrifying experience she was upset. … Continue reading »
Nasheva Speaks of Small Roles
* * * A young man with short brown hair asked, “Lady Nasheva, even when we have a dream, isn’t it better if we just play small roles? Pursuing our dreams is not only a difficult life but we may offend others too. We may make others jealous or upset. They would think we’re too … Continue reading »




