Being a writer myself I can state clearly the mind of a writer. A writer makes its mind and soul to unite so that together they can bring words, the word dances to the music of heart of writers, the pen he holds becomes the golden light of hope an inspiration. The light rises from its spirit, his dreams and thoughts. They take shape of words the golden words that inspires the world from their dismay and depression. The one who write can’t sleep, rest in the fear that as there is so much in their head it might get lost or washed off while dreaming. All they need is a pen and a paper to fuel their emotions so that the thoughts wondering in their mind gets a place to rest. Today writing has become an important professional as most of the companies are too busy to write about themselves so they outsource writers for their content development. When I entered the field of content writing, in the beginning I felt I have opted a wrong choice but later when it took a start I started enjoying my work. It gave me the freedom from the manual job. I could express the thoughts and the feeling that wandered in my mind. It not only allowed me to express my knowledge and creativity but also helped me in learning new facts and figures, I came to know about many such topics that were not in knowledge and they were highly interesting. Content writing can be said to be a collaborative, iterative process that overlaps with creativity, technical and knowledge. Researching content, developing it then writing a new content or rewriting/editing the existing content that is appropriate for the interactive media and adds values to its reader is the basic work of a content writer. The content writers ensure that the content developed by them meets best practice web development and usability standards. With the passing of the day content writing is becoming important and is inspiring people through their writings.
The discomfort you feel speaking up about genocide in Palestine: How colonialism has alienated us from humanity Why does speaking about Gaza feel so unsettling? There is an undeniable discomfort that arises when we speak of genocide in Gaza, a conflict rooted not only in geopolitics but also in a long history of colonialism. That discomfort? It is a manifestation of how deeply colonialism has alienated us from our own humanity. It has made us bystanders, distant observers, to a grotesque tragedy that demands our empathy and action. Every day, the children of Gaza are bombarded by forces much larger than themselves—forces of colonial interests, global profits, and silent complicity. How many of us have spoken up about the atrocities in Gaza? How many of us have chosen silence because the violence feels too far away, too complex, or too heavy to carry? That silence—our silence—perpetuates a chasm in our spirit, a gap that must be bridged if we are to mend not just Palestine, but the fray
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