The Mind’s Face. The Mystery of the Brain.
By Fatjona R. Lubonja© How would we recognize our own face if the mirrors were never invented? That was all she thought when the lights went out and the dark…
A Point of View: The World of Dyslexia
By Fatjona R. Lubonja© The city loved to flirt with the night, letting her go slowly. Nothing was in the rush, even the sunrise. The cable stones would reflect back…
Përse disa individë mësojnë më shpejt se të tjerë? Ja çfarë ndodh me trurin
Nga Dr. Fatjona R. Lubonja Pse disa individë kanë aftësi të mësojnë më shpejtë ndërsa disa të tjerët kërkojnë më shumë kohë për të mësuar? Ka shumë faktorë që ndikojnë…
Bird’s Eye Vision.
The Brain While Looking at the Rain. That day she saw the rain as she had never seen before. For years she had seen the rain falling flat and repetitive.…
Freckled Moments
Traveling Journey Her thoughts were freckled every time she visited that city. It began with the heat of the day that tired even the dust around and it ended stretching…
How Do I Prepare my Mother for Her Death?
Cancer was the only word I heard and it was enough to land me somewhere I have never been. I felt sad suddenly and afraid to have experienced it. The…
The Phonetic of “Love”
Understanding Aphasia. Love / ‘l∨∧/ “Love” was the word he didn’t say. It was left behind with other residues of young age genuine silliness. For years he looked back, to…
Angel’s V. Day
Love was older that the cobble stones paved in that city. He felt that by endlessly looking at her walking delicately as if she was kissing the cold surface of…
