Omar met Celio Natá's flat gaze. The man was the Black Knife: the Ngäbe-Buglé’s secret weapon. A one-man strike force.
What did he need a grandfather for, anyway? He had a wonderful life. In fact, his life was so good it sometimes frightened him.
It’s like we’re cursed. Like that day was a judgement. It was a hammer that struck us all, and either forged us into something better, or...
Wide eyed, Ivana spun and extended the ojbect she'd been holding. Omar saw that it was not a pen, but a small, gold-plated handgun. Pointing straight...
We often preach about our children learning the importance of money, group economics, and developing healthy spending habits. How awesome would it be to have a...
The driver whistled. “Waow. You some big politico? So watchu gonna do about the foreigners snatchin’ our jobs? The Chinos?”
A security guard - a long-faced, muscular man - stared at him disconcertingly. Omar frowned. Why would the security staff be suspicious of him?
Behind them, the city was burning. Omar and a thousand others descended into the cave, led by the red-robed Saviors.
It’s estimated that 3 billion people play some sort of video game, whether on a computer, console, or smart phone. For the millions of Muslims included...
In 2007, at the brash, naive, and frankly moronic age of 16, I penned a scathing review of Mohja Kahf’s novel “The Girl in the Tangerine...
