From War to Welcome: My Journey in Hospitality By Dharani Namasivayam I was born into conflict—not comfort. My earliest memories are of the Sri Lankan civil war, growing up at Nilaveli Beach Hotel in Trincomalee where my father worked. It was...
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When i was 11years, my family and i went to uk as we reach we go to hotel. Everyone get his or her and i share one room with my uncle. At that night my uncle told to sleep on the bed and he will sleep on the floor. As we were sleeping i was...
My Children Will Be Light and Thunder My children will be wild— not reckless, but true. They will be fire-fed and water-wise, with roots deep in the earth and eyes full of stars. They will not be easy to define. Not small enough to fit in the...
I am so afraid to speak publicly about how far I have come away from the traditional, religious, conservative upbringing I had. I am more than proud of who I’ve become, but in my empathy and kindness, I resist speaking about it in the...
Good morning, I don’t really like sharing stories but today I feel like my mind will not be ok if I don’t share it somewhere. My mom got cancer for a lot of years and today, my grandma told me that she has less than 1 week to live. I’m 17...
“Where are you?”, this is the kind of a conversation i have with myself every morning , my mornings have become so tough, this is what happens after 5 years of running a community based organisation that supports survivors of sexual...
I’m sorry if my English is bad. My name is Marie, I am 15 years old, and I live in an orphanage. Not because I don’t have parents, but because then can’t take good care of me. I’m still in contact with my mother, but I...
My papa passed away in 1987. I was 19 years old. I remember being a little girl of about five years and innocently asking him how he found out I was born. He replied “a little bird told me”. I never forgot that and always paid special...
🤔 I hope sharing my story is truly anonymous? I’m an adult male in my 40’s. I was sexually abused at the age of 6 or 7…. Maybe 5? I just know that five was the earliest and by eight it had stopped. Scratch that… beginning at 4 years...
“A Simple Gesture of Respect” A while ago, I had an experience that left me reflecting on kindness, respect, and how we express gratitude. I was sitting in a Pizza Hut, eating alone, when I noticed a group of soldiers at the far end...