By Sagnik Mondal “Aren't you scared, Aish? That no one's listening to you? I mean, you're literally risking your college degree for this. Are you sure cutting ties with these few Israeli Universities means so much to you? Are you sure it's even gonna end up mattering?" Austin had asked her a couple days ago at the Jazz Cafe, as he caressed her cheek. "I’m not, but that's just part of it. Still gotta try". Aisha smiled as she slurped some more juice with her straw, because she'd often ponder...

I know you didn't swing the axe I know you didn't yell the orders I know you had nothing to do with The star studded infantry And the gold plated cavalry Raining sticks and fire Raining fire and sticks I know you never would have wanted The screams that ensued Emanating from the embers A striking blend between blood red and glorious orange As if a swarm of banshees that had been prodded all together all too suddenly Were Producing a discord your ears aren't able to fully comprehend As it...