by Eman Hassaballa Aly I have a vessel in me. I don’t know where it’s housed or how big it is, but I know when it’s full, because that’s when I get the urge to write. Maybe it’s my inner pen, and it gets full of ink. Whatever it is, it’s full now and I’m ready to write. I’d like it to be a rant, but rants are boring. Rants don’t do anything but stir people’s emotions and make them... Read more