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Book Review: We Are Displaced by Malala Yousafazi and Liz Welch Quote: So when I dream of home, I dream of mangoes I can pick off the trees.i dream of quiet and grass. I dream of peace. And nobody can take that away from me. - Maria Everyone knows Malala's story. The girl who opposed the Taliban with her pen. She is the symbol of girl empowerment, she like many who have preceded her and many who will follow her, knows education is the only way for women to have her say in this world. Malala has focused on the biggest Humanitarian crisis after Global Warning, Refugees. Documenting eleven stories of eleven women she met around the world. Migration is a reality, it happening and it has always been happening. Sometimes migration is a voluntary process and other times it's a decision made out of desperation to survive. The most vulnerable to violence are women and children, in a world where resources are imbalanced and equality is a scarce commodity between men

Book Review: When The River Sleeps by Easterine Kire. Quote: Perhaps the answer lay not in striving but in being. In simply accepting that the loneliness would never be eliminated fully, but that one could deal with it by learning to treat it like a companion and no longer an adversary. Ville a hunter wakes up from a dream, ventures out to search for the heart-stone; that holds the power of the river that's asleep. And this stone is guarded by wailing-angry-widow-spirits. Many attempts have been made at magical realism in Indian English writing, and I didn't like them. My personal opinion is that magical realism needs a deep connection with nature, maybe never explicitly explored in the text, but the traces of that connection always shows in the words written. And I have always argued that North East India is the most fertile ground to plant the seeds of magical realism in. Easterine Kire, pens our deep connection with nature for the national readership to gawk

Book Review: The Missing Queen by Samhita Arni Quote: Kaikeyi leans close to me. She reeks of tobacco. I can feel her hot, fetid breath on my skin. 'What's her story? That's a story that the loyal citizens of Ayodhya and your puppet newspaper may have trouble swallowing'. A nameless TV journalist, dares to do the impossible, on national television, she asks 'Where is Sita?' From then on the cat and mouse game of seeking the truth begins. Set in the city-state where Ram is the beloved king who is trying to bring Democracy. Ayodhya is an ever-growing kingdom that ate up Lanka's resources after defeating Ravan. In its omnivorous quest to be the shining example of development, many have been trampled. Our journalist keeps discovering secrets and ends up connecting dots to the other side of the story. From queen to princess she meets them all in her search for Sita. The book begins with Kaikeyi, within the first three pages I