Memoir
A Light on the Side of the Road: Remembering La Mesa Officer Lauren Craven
The story of Lauren Craven is not defined by a single, tragic moment on a dark highway. It is a story of a light—a light that her family, her colleagues, and her community insist burned with a rare and consistent brightness. It was a light of dedication, of selflessness, and of a profound desire to serve others, a light that was tragically extinguished while she was doing exactly that.
By Mukhtar Ahmed4 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Stealth | Part V of VI
The day before my departure to Asia, I sat through a thorough briefing, but this time, I wasn’t preparing for my usual solo expedition. Curiosity filled me as I wondered about the individuals who would be accompanying me on this trip. As the briefing unfolded, I was handed an address where I would meet my fellow travelers.
By Mia Z. Edwards4 months ago in Chapters
Karachi Chronicles Chapter 12
Due to our security protocol, as I’ve touched on frequently, there wasn’t a heap of out and about. For that reason it was pretty exciting when we got the privilege to play a round of golf at the Augusta of Pakistan, Karachi Golf Club. Established in 1888, this twenty seven hole course is the oldest golf club in Pakistan. We were assigned to play the yellow course, which are holes ten through eighteen. This nine features both the longest par 4 and shortest par 3 on the entire course.
By S. J. Leahy4 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Devil's Triangle | Part V of VI
I had just participated in the holy rite of baptism, a significant milestone in my spiritual journey. My mother and cherished late aunt cautioned me that the Devil would relentlessly challenge my faith in God and His son, Jesus, often in subtle and unexpected ways.
By Mia Z. Edwards4 months ago in Chapters
Memoir | Did I Have the Malaria Virus? | Part V of VI
After spending two weeks in West Africa on official travel, I had a layover in Paris, France, for the weekend on my way back home to Washington, D.C. Arriving in Paris early on a Saturday morning, I planned to visit the renowned Louvre Museum on Sunday. However, during my exploration of the iconic museum, I stumbled upon a disturbing sight that made me question if an art heist was about to unfold. Or was my mind, entangled in the grip of malaria, that wove a deceptive web of illusions?
By Mia Z. Edwards4 months ago in Chapters
Karachi Chronicles Chapter 11
As visiting international cricketers, we were kept under a high level of security. This meant we weren’t able to freely cruise the streets in our downtime. Although our main focus was playing cricket and recovering, the thought of being confined to the hotel complex was an interesting situation. Working with our conditions, our gracious hosts made sure we still got to attend multiple functions and rub shoulders with a host of influential people.
By S. J. Leahy4 months ago in Chapters
