histórias de Diaspora

This is the true story of my family and our homeland, Sudan. Through memories, loss, and the stories of my relatives who lived through the war, I'm trying to spread awareness for my country. If you want to understand what's really happening in Sudan beyond the headlines, this is for you.

She ran from a marriage that broke her in silence. Niloofar Mansoori was taught that obedience was love and endurance was virtue. Married to a powerful man who treated her like property, she learned what it meant to disappear inside someone else's expectations. When her husband takes two younger wives to punish her, Niloofar chooses herself. She flees to America on the morning of his wedding. At Niagara Falls, she meets Arjun Naik. Arjun is a hardworking Telugu man who built his life with discipline, sacrifice, and relentless effort. He works long hours, carries responsibility without complaint, and believes respect is something you give before you demand. He has no interest in owning anyone-only in standing beside them. What begins as quiet companionship slowly becomes something deeper. Beside the endless roar of the falls, Niloofar begins to bloom-like a lotus rising from turbulent water-learning that love can be steady, desire can be safe, and strength does not need to shout. But the past still watches. And freedom always comes at a cost. 🌊🌸 A story of resilience, dignity, and a love built on choice.

On a sweltering summer day in America, Hartford, the death of Hopewell-a quiet, brilliant South African expatriate-reveals itself not through love or concern, but through the unbearable odour of a body left alone. As neighbours gather, authorities intervene, and his mother travels across oceans to retrieve her son, the story unfolds in fragments of memory, grief, and unanswered longing. Through the voices of those who barely knew him and the one who loved him most, The Smell of Loneliness meditates on exile, queerness, motherhood, and the devastating weight of being unseen-even in life. It is a haunting exploration of how love can exist and still fail to save us from solitude

THYLONIUS(12) a young boy, is trapped in a burning building with his sister CNIDARIA (13) a young girl, on the day both of their parents leave from their home in Sierra Leone to visit America. As far as he can tell the area is being terrorized and burnt down to a crisp for reasons unknown. Both of the siblings are lucky to escape with their lives but not without a cost. Time has passed, now refugee orphans on the streets of Liberia abandoned by their country and parents. Thylonius meets a strange man LUCIUS (42) a pale American man, who claims to know their parents and that they are still alive. Cnidaria is skeptical of the man but accepts his offer to assassinate the parents that abandoned them in return for taking them under his wing. They are successful, which begins their lives as child soldiers. The cost for murdering their flesh and blood is not light, Supernatural occurrences start happening to the siblings both physically and other worldly. There's more to their past and family that meets the eye and it puts them on a path to take on the entire world.

Two hearts. Two states. One destiny quietly pulling them together. She crossed an ocean for a new beginning. He was living an ordinary life a thousand miles away. Neither of them expected fate to rearrange their paths. Aanya Rao, born and raised in Bangalore, arrives in Arizona with more fear than luggage and a heart heavy from all the goodbyes she wasn't ready to make. New roommates, new skies, and a new life wait for her-but so does loneliness, homesickness, and the quiet hope that she'll eventually belong. Arjun Gowda, five years older and grounded in his routines in San Diego, has no idea that his life is slowly shifting. While he worries about work, family, and the pressure of growing older, a girl he's never met is taking her first breath in a country they now share. Their worlds haven't collided yet. But destinies don't wait for permission-they gently push two people toward each other until meeting becomes inevitable. This is a story about leaving home, finding yourself, and discovering love in the most unexpected place: a thousand miles from where you started. A slow-burn, deeply emotional Indian-diaspora romance told through both their POVs. 💕 TROPES Dual POV Indian diaspora romance Slow-burn connection Homesickness & healing Parallel lives turning into crossing paths Soft, grounded male lead New beginnings Emotional growth Fate without magic He's older

When Ara Davies gained admission to Charlton, the US's 2nd most luxurious high school, she thought the world was going to end for sure. She wanted to experience everything. But soon she realized that she could be getting too close to her masked enemies. And some friendships were not just to be made.

EXCERPT: "Oga, if that's meant to be flirting in London, you'd have to do a lot better than that to get a Naija babe to fall." He smiled. "Is that a challenge?" **** When 20-year-old Chioma takes a holiday job as a live-in cook and cleaner for the illustrious Badmus family returning to Nigeria for Christmas, she expects long days, not a brush with stardom. But everything changes when she meets Omotayo "Tai" Badmus-the family's golden boy and a rising football star. As sparks fly beneath the twinkle of holiday lights, Chioma is torn between the thrill of their growing connection and the fear of becoming just another passing fling in Tai's glittering world. With a dysfunctional family demanding more than she can give and a heart she's not sure she can trust, Chioma must decide what she's willing to risk-for love, for herself, and for a Christmas she'll never forget. All in 30 days

THE WORLD BRINGS ABOUT MANY THINGS, FROM RIFLES TO RIBS TO FLOWERS I, HOWEVER ONLY MISS, EACH WINTER, ITS MANGO SHOWERS. THE WORLD IS FULL OF MANY GAZES, FROM THE COY TO STINGING GLOWERS I, HOWEVER, ONLY LONG FOR THE TEARS OF MANGO SHOWERS. THE WORLD HOLDS MANY SECRETS, FROM ITS WEAKNESSES TO STRANGE POWERS I, HOWEVER, ONLY WAIT FOR THE CRACK OF THE SKY, BESTOWING UPON US, MANGO SHOWERS. [Collection of short stories]

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A collection of poems inspired by the search for identity

The experience of college, away from home, first taste of independence and adulthood, from the point of view of a girl, not ready or even sure when she can consider herself a woman. She's a girl with ambitions that reach the moon and beyond, with more sides to her that she is still uncovering, trying to better herself and reach out to everyone around. And she will make everything that she wants happen. Just not yet...

Wait... Listen, Do you hear that? Can you see? Will you join me on this journey? Take my hand, You hesitate, Trust me, I'll catch you. Come and See.

Angelika had heard stories of people suffering in diaspora. She had it all. A quality education, better than she would have hoped for back at home. Steady income. Everything she had ever wished for. Then suddenly, Gabe dies...........

Everyone saw the dream. No one saw the cost. This is not just a story about working abroad. It's about what happens after the plane lands. About the aching silence of hospital shifts, the goodbyes said through video calls, and the grief that doesn't wait for permission to arrive. Told through the eyes of a Filipino nurse in the UK, The Other Side of the Dream is a raw, intimate journey of love, loss, burnout, faith, and healing. From the heartbreak of watching her father's last breath through a screen to the quiet breakdowns between promotions, AJ Gabriel writes with the kind of honesty that doesn't scream-but stays. Each chapter is a letter. A prayer. A confession. And woven through every page is music-songs that carried her when words failed. This book is for every OFW who smiled while silently falling apart. For every daughter who left to build a future and lost parts of herself along the way. For every nurse who gave everything and finally learned to choose herself, too. This is the story of the strength no one sees. The silent faith that held her together. And the quiet voice that finally said, "This is my truth." © 2025 AJ Gabriel. All rights reserved. No part of this story may be copied, reproduced, distributed, or translated in any form without written permission from me. This is a work of nonfiction and personal experience. Sharing with credit is appreciated. Stealing is not. Thank you for respecting my heart and words.

A reflective, heartwarming memoir about mothers, sacrifice, and the flavors that carry us through time.

Aquarius Adama doesn't speak unless spoken to. A quiet, soft-spoken librarian in Memphis, she lives surrounded by silence, shadows, and her mother's ghost-gone five years to the day. But something is shifting in Memphis. Billionaires are circling. The sky is drawing symbols no one can explain. And the ground beneath her feet hums with something ancient-something buried. Then come the dreams. Voices in a language she shouldn't know. A woman in gold, whispering her name. When a mysterious envelope leads her to a land deed tied to the Memphis Massacre, Aquarius discovers she's part of a legacy older than the country itself. One hidden in plain sight. Because Memphis, Tennessee, isn't named after Egypt. It is Egypt. And the land is remembering.

A powerful and thought-provoking journey home, Exodus [Back to Zimbabwe] , which was written in partnership with the PRAYER UNION, explores the spiritual, cultural, and personal dimensions of returning to one's roots. With prophetic insight and deep conviction, Watchman Dominic Ezekiel challenges the status quo and calls a scattered people to awaken, arise, and reclaim their divine inheritance. More than a narrative-this is a call to action, identity, and restoration.

AFRICAN BURDEN by the voice of the soul. They came in ships, cloaked in crosses and crowns, Not to pray with us, but to prey on us. Not to teach us Truth, But to tear it from our Tongues. Chains kissed our wrists like venomous lovers. They ripped our fathers, beat drums out of our mother's breast, and called it Civilization. We bled gold into their coffers. Our diamonds crowned their queens, Our cocoa sweetens their tea, And still they called us Savages. They took our children, not just from wombs But from wisdom - Cut the roots of our languages, burned the libraries in our stories, Then asked why we were silent. In Ghana, in Congo, on plantations from Mississippi to Mauritius, We did not break We bent. Bent under bullets, bent under boots, bent under borders we never Drew, but carry on. They mapped our land, not to understand, But to mine it, divide it, devour it. But listen - Our rivers still run with memory. Our mountains whisper names They tried to erase. Africa is not a wound. She is a warrior. And though her back is burdened, Her spine still sings. We carry Pain, yes. But we carry drums too. Songs still echo in our scars, And our tears water the roots of the generation unbroken.