Iddur fejn iddur mal-kelma festival, jew ma’ kwalunkwe tip ta’ festival, dejjem hemm ċelebrazzjoni ta’ ħajja. Il-letteratura tirrappreżenta l-ħajja permezz tal-kliem, għalhekk hija maħluqa għal ġo festival.
Good bye, Paul. You remain in the thoughts, memories and deeds of all of those whom you challenged and inspired.
Strangers’ prying eyes frighten me now. After the horrendous murder of Lassana Cisse, I became, for the first time, worried about my husband’s safety. I fear for his life.
I have a baby and spending so much time on Facebook or checking the phone screen makes me feel like a terrible parent. My daughter is intrigued by the screen too.
Despite having spent a decade in Malta, I still am a guest here—a non-EU resident who cannot afford to purchase Maltese citizenship. I cannot vote either in local council or European Parliament elections. Simply put, I am unrepresented.
We must not give up on those who seem to be on the other side of the fence—after all, I too rallied behind Lowell in the past and I changed since then. And so can others.
When your eagerness to contribute to society is never appreciated but mercilessly stymied and put into question in this country, just pack up and go elsewhere.