Recent graduate at an American University. Majored in Journalism and Mass communication and can write on virtually any topic you ask me to. I will post below a random sample of a story I wrote.
[He puts on some clothes, unlocks his front door and goes outside to his front yard. His watch shows exactly 7 o’clock in the morning. His grandmother had already been up and was watering the lilacs which emanated a smell that came straight from the heavens. After saying hi to his grandmother, he crosses a narrow path that leads to the 7-square-meter backyard, which to a 6-year-old boy seemed like a football stadium.
The back yard is his favorite place of all. Initially, there was only one tree in it. Then his grandfather had planted one tree after another until they obscured almost all sunlight. The most special tree to the boy is the cherry tree that is in the far back. It is so big that he assigned floors to it. If you climbed all the way up to the third floor, you could get a good sight of the huge park that was only a couple of meters away.
The only thing separating the back yard and the park was a river that had become a dumping site over the years. The young boy would spend hours in the garden playing out scenarios in his head and ignoring the sweltering summer heat. It was a sacred place for him.
This is how Gentian Gashi, now a 20-year-old young man from Kosovo would spend his summer days until one summer, everything changed for him: he got alopecia.