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These are my articles written over time. Please feel free to ask questions about any post.

Rewriting the Charter in Chalk

Date: January 12–15, 2028 Location: First Avenue, United Nations Headquarters, New York The rooftop had changed something in the air. Not just inside the building. Outside too. For three days after the breath-vote, tourists, diplomats, cafeteria workers, exhausted interns, and journalists kept gathering on the plaza and sidewalks in front of the Secretariat tower. Something […]

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Rooftop General Assembly

Date Range: December 12, 2027 – January 9, 2028 Location: Rooftop of the UN Secretariat Building, New York Ambient Conditions: Subfreezing wind, intermittent snow, unpredictable sky The idea was ridiculous. Which meant, by now, it was inevitable. The Security Council chamber still smelled of burned mahogany and failed vetoes. The Memory Basement was overrun with

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First Day, First Breath

Date: October 2, 2027 – 10:03 AM Location: Security Council Chamber, United Nations Headquarters, New York The door was heavier than Emil expected. Seven college kids in hoodies and scuffed shoes stepped into the Security Council chamber like they didn’t belong—because they didn’t. Not yet. Fifteen ambassadors in suits looked up from carefully curated expressions.

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The Mountain, the River, and the Wound (Grandfather)

July 1, 2026 Written on the back porch, Crestview, under a sky the color of old iron My dear Emil, I have not crossed a border in forty years, yet tonight I feel the Jhelum in my bones. You sent no photograph, only a ledger page—three murals, one river, 312 names. I held it to

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The Assembly of Rivers

The wind along the East River moved with an early spring hush, carrying a chill that felt like memory rather than weather. Glass towers held the morning light in vertical rivers, and the United Nations rose among them — solemn, shimmering, expectant. Emil stepped out of the shuttle with the ledger at his side. The

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The City Summit

The city auditorium hummed with the weight of expectation, its high ceiling catching every murmur and multiplying it like a storm cloud. Rows of chairs stretched toward a stage draped with a banner: Youth Collaboration Summit — Building Tomorrow. Outside, September’s crisp air pressed against the glass, but inside, the heat of gathered voices—students, teachers,

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Sprouts in Cracked Soil

The late July dusk settled over Crestview High, its cracked courtyard bathed in the faint glow of a lone streetlamp. Inside a scuffed classroom, Aisha sat at a worn desk, the seedling from Emil’s visit rooted in a clay pot before her. Its leaves, fragile yet green, reached upward—a quiet defiance in a place hardened

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The Circle of Fairness

The morning light filtered through the kitchen window, casting soft patterns across the table where Emil sat, the ledger closed beside him. The scent of fresh bread wafted from the oven, warm and steady, yet his thoughts churned, stirred by the Seed Carriers’ visit to Crestview and Grandfather’s words from the night before: “Diversity is

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From Shadows to Light: The Journey of Truth and Enlightenment

There is no twilight between the brilliance of truth and the shadows of falsehood. For truth admits no compromise, while falsehood thrives in ambiguity. Yet leaders often find themselves navigating this twilight, where biases, prejudices, and interests act as smudged windows—obscuring vision, distorting judgment, and blurring the line between justice and injustice. Like a blindfolded

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Scene 17: The Garden’s Keeper

The morning light spilled gently through the repaired glass panes, slanting golden beams across the greenhouse floor. Emil paused in the doorway before entering. The night’s conversation still echoed in him—his grandfather’s words about the world as a test, not a harbor. He felt the weight of them now: every act of care or neglect

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