I'm a very scary person! People cross the road when they see me. Relatives leave the room, or the house. Sometimes they join hands to yell and scream, mutter and hiss with hatred and malice and blind superstition.

Still I refuse to change my truth-telling ways and for the source of that strength in me, I am so very grateful.

My true relatives compose the tiny community of Truth-tellers, of every age and place. For instance I really deeply love and am inspired by the Syrian philosopher and poet, Al-Maari. Did you know the Western-formed head hacking extremists, beheaded a bronze statue made in his honour?