by Scott Creighton
As-salamu alaykum, Malala.
In the years that I have been doing this, I have come to understand that some stories need to be written and thus you yearn to do it. Those are a joy.
Others you labor through like any other occupation basically with your eyes nearly closed, reporting what needs to be reported, but with no real passion for simply illuminating more of the dread we see every day. Those you are already numb too.
But there are those few stories which pain you to write, those which you cannot barely stomach the subject matter so you recoil in the old familiar ways. You put those off, you back-burner them, constantly writing them and re-writing them in your head as your day goes on till you sleep and forget till the next day when it’s back and you hate yourself for seeing it while you hate yourself still more for running from it. Those are the stories that make you wonder if any good can come of exposing it but you know you have to in the end. Such is the story of the…
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