A non-profit Project I Have Started. A Call for Writers-for-Humanity!

WHO WE ARE.

Write For Humanity is an independent non-profit project. By independent, we mean that this project does not (and will not accept) funds from any entity. This project starts from Tunisia with the hope of reaching people from all over the world.

WHY WE DO THIS.

Because of a news feed full of hatred, violence and discrimination, we want to create change in the current narrative. And because history and news content are being written by the power holders of discourse, we have decided that it is about time we give a voice (or a pen) to the rest of people around the world regardless of their race, religion, sexual orientation, ethnicity, gender, political affiliation, etc. We just want others to hear what you have to say.

HOW CAN YOU HELP. 

Are you tired of being a mere news consumer or a bystander while history is being written by those in power? Do you want to have a hand in changing the current narrative? Do you have a story to share? Did you go through a life-changing experience that you believe others should learn from or hear about? Is there a topic you want to raise awareness about? Do you have a message you want to deliver to all humanity? Or to someone in particular? Do you have something in mind that you believe the generations to come will need to know?

All you have to do is write us a letter addressing the rest of humanity.

Please do not forget that we want you to deliver a message of peace, love, fraternity and solidarity. We want you to share a story that helped change your life, or talk about how something or someone made you realize something important in life. We want you to help us find that common ground that unites us and not focus on the things that divide us.

Please send us the letter in Word format, so that we will be able to copy/edit it. You may send it in English, Arabic or French. If you do not feel comfortable writing in any of these languages, then send it to us anyway, and we will manage to look for volunteer translators. The book will be published in English. However, we will translate some of the letters in other languages and publish them on our website to reach out to as many people as possible.

Along with the letter, we would like it if you send us a small biography so that readers will be more able to relate to your message. If you feel more comfortable not sharing your identity, then we will respect your choice.

Here is our email address: writing4humanity@gmail.com

Please do not hesitate to send us your feedback and comments. And, if you think you can help us in any way, please do not hesitate to reach out to us. We need you!

Thank you.

Published by Write For Humanity

Shape my Fantasies..

Every time I get the chance to do some alone-time thinking, I remember him especially after I'd finally seen him in motion. I suddenly find it hard for me to imagine him wearing anything other than the outfit he wore that night. His moving picture could not escape my mind no matter how much I tried. Goddamn! I say the more I try, the harder it gets for me to skip his presence.

I used to enjoy our brief conversations. Now there are no conversations at all. We ignore each other's existence. At least that's what I am pretending to do. And it's sad. It is just sad. That is all what I can say about it. Three letters. But I can keep saying them till you get how sad it actually is. sad. sad. sad...

I do not know why would he feel too intimidated by my presence in his life? in his thoughts? in his heart? 

Feelings aren't one of two: either love or hate. There are millions of feelings in between, and they are far more interesting, far more complicated than just love or hate. 

I simply love his presence, his existence in this hole full of turds of all shapes. 

I love his words and the way he shapes them into phrases.. his phrases and the way he shapes them into full sentences.. his sentences and the way he shapes them into paragraphs.. his paragraphs and the way he shapes them into chapters.. his imageries and the way they shape my fantasies.

I love his coming-out-of-a-kid's-mouth English. 

I love the way his hands are. 

I love imagining him puffing smoke out of his mouth even though he's a non-smoker. 

I love it when he tells stories about dead authors. 

I love the way he is because he is like no other. 

I love it when the men I know turn into his lookalikes when I want them to. 

I love the way he is and there is nothing I could hate about him no matter how much I try. Goddamn! I say the more I try, the harder it gets.