Drip, drip, drip. For years, that’s the single sound which haunted me during those long days in that dark prison—the dripping of water falling from each dank corner onto filth-covered floors. Others’ ...

For me it's a faith. People sometimes lose the concept of faith ... and the others caught between, are the only ones to bleed" and the chorus: "Dear God, dear soul, dear Mary, Mohammed, can we all ...