hello, in here you'd find a collection of all things I find mildly beautiful (a word i don't use often contrary to popular belief) and other things I write about that are raging existentially inside my head.
just a jotterbook of sorts...
Iraq—Some 160 miles northeast of Baghdad, in a Sulaymaniyah music hall ravaged by war, looting, and neglect, a violin-playing boy sounds a note of hope. His teacher, Azad Maaruf, lives there, instructing scores of students.