From the author of the international bestseller Zlata’s Diary comes a haunting testament to war’s brutality. Zlata Filipovic´’s diary of her harrowing war experiences in the Balkans, published in 1993, made her a globally recognized spokesperson for children affected by conflict. In Stolen Voices, she and co-editor Melanie Challenger have gathered fifteen diaries of young people coping with war, from World War I to the struggle in Iraq that continues today. A profoundly affecting look at shattered youth and the gritty particulars of war in the tradition of Anne Frank, this extraordinary collection – the first of its kind – is sure to leave a lasting impression on young and old readers alike.
The story of the beautiful relationship between a little girl and her grandfather. When she asks her grandfather how to say something in his language – Cree – he admits that his language was stolen from him when he was a boy. The little girl then sets out to help her grandfather find his language again. This sensitive and warmly illustrated picture book explores the intergenerational impact of the residential school system that separated young Indigenous children from their families. The story recognizes the pain of those whose culture and language were taken from them, how that pain is passed down, and how healing can also be shared.
The story of this book is about my Stolen childhood aboard with emotional, physical and sexual abuse by people I trusted. I had serieous suicidal attempts by overdoses, carbon monoxide and jumped off from 42ft high bridge at age 15. As an adult I was oppressed, physically, psychologically tormented and raped more than once. For all that, my ultimate human right was truly violated when I was alluded by human trafficker who entrapped me in prosititution. This sex slavery operation was contributed by Korean government and the U.S. military forces in South Korea since the Korean War in 1950's. Nevertheless, against all odds I prevail my individuality with the dignity and reclaimed power of my voice lied within me. After coming to America, I became single mother of 3 children with 6th grade education and with limited resources. At age 52, I got my GED and pursued for higher education while maintaining full time job at mental health field. It latterly took me 12 years to finally receive Master's in Psychology. I was 64 years old when I walked on the stage to receive my depolma in front of my children and their own family and continue to work in field of psychology at age 70. My proud children are all grown, have their own family and doing well. I have 3 grand children and one great granddaughter. The reason it took me so long to write my story was the fear of sacrificing my children's welfare. They may have to deal with the stigmatism and judgement from others because of my true identity from the past. Would they be embarrassed for the path that I have traveled? Would they be ashamed of me as their mother or resentful for me afflicting emotional disturbance on them? I was torn by the questions "should I keep silence till day I die?" Or "clame the power of my voice" and be an instrument others, a voice for those who continue to suffer from ignorance of others. Nonetheless, I was one of the lucky ones to be set free from the mental and physical degradation and I feel that I owe it to those women who died and were buried in an abandoned field. I owe it to women who have been kept silence, marginalized by government, murdered and forgotten. God bless America the land of opportunity and the place I call home...
"And you are telling me," said Gil Cunningham, "that David Drummond vanished away forty years ago and is now returned, seemingly not a day older?" "That's about the sum of it," agreed Sir William Stewart. In Sir William's remote part of Scotland it seems almost possible that a young boy could have been stolen away by the fairies and returned forty years later, no older - and if he isn't Davie Drummond, who is he? And then he suffers a succession of near-fatal 'accidents'. Could there be a connection with four other local singers who have vanished, one of them with political information of value to Scotland's enemies? Gil and his wife Alys have been sent into Perthshire to investigate. Gil's pursuit of the missing singers leads him to a vision of the Devil and the reappearance of an old adversary, while Alys finds herself drawn deeply into the affairs of the Drummond family, particularly the mysterious Davie. Praise for Pat McIntosh: 'McIntosh's characterisations and period detail are first rate.' Publishers Weekly 'The next Cunningham adventure is to be welcomed.' Historical Novels Review 'Will do for Glasgow in the 15th century what Ellis Peters and her Brother Cadfael did for Shrewsbury in the 12th.' Mystery Readers Journal 'McIntosh does a solid job of blending plot and period detail.' Publishers Weekly, starred review
The sweet words of a poem can help us overcome difficulties. The problems can be many, but imagine that in our body there is a life that grows and matures and that in the future could be with us, can help us to decide. Our children are our gifts from God that keep us going in life. we thank God for them every day. This book is written for the preborn that never took their first breath or shared their voices to speak or cry. May you sleep in the everlasting arms of our Savior. Finally, this book is dedicated to you, the reader. May you hear God's voice as you digest every word in this book. Also, may it bring healing, awareness, and closure. For those of you wrestling with the decision to give your child life, may the Lord speak to you through this book. For those on the fence in the midst of the abortion debate, this book will be a great resource as it clearly and thoroughly moves words to your heart, in the pro-life position. For those who are pro-life already, this book is an encouragement to be intelligently and graciously informed. We hope that this book will help you to be more serene and rewarded. Your copy is waiting for you. Order it now.
