Author: nazar Muhammad

They stared at me like I had lost my mind. Maybe I had. Stage four pancreatic cancer has a way…

The worst word I’ve ever said in my life… Was “no.” Not in anger.Not in a fight.Not in one of…

I truly believed we were about to be attacked. Thirty motorcycles surrounded my school bus. Engines roaring. Blocking my path.…

…and said, “You killed my husband.” I’m a 52-year-old biker.Tattoos. Leather vest. A life that’s seen more than most. But…

Thirty-seven cars drove past me. I counted every single one. I was sitting on a curb in the pouring rain,…

My name is Thomas Reed. I’ve seen a lot in my 64 years. War.Loss.Pain that never really leaves. But what…

Because a landlord thought he could throw a disabled pastor and his newborn baby into the cold. He was wrong.…

And left a three-year-old alone in a parking lot. I heard him before I saw him. A tiny sound. Weak.…

My son Caleb is autistic. He’s eleven years old. He’s the kindest kid you’ll ever meet. He memorizes facts about…

My son died seven days ago. He was seventeen. And the only clue he left behind was a biker’s phone…