Bushra

KFC has been a part of our American traditions for many years. Many people, day in and day out, eat at KFC religiously. Do they really know what they are eating? During a recent study of KFC done at the University of New Hampshire , they found some very upsetting facts. First of all, has anybody noticed that just recently, the company has changed their name?

Kentucky Fried Chicken has become KFC. Does anybody know why? We thought the real reason was because of the "FRIED" food issue.

IT'S NOT! !

The reason why they call it KFC is because they can not use the word chicken anymore. Why? KFC does not use real chickens. They actually use genetically manipulated organisms. These so called "chickens" are kept alive by tubes inserted into their bodies to pump blood and nutrients throughout their structure. They have no beaks, no feathers, and no feet. Their bone structure is dramatically

More than five years ago, I left my home country and came to the united states to continue my graduate studies... It was a hard decision at the time... I still remember.. how lonely and sad I felt after few days of arriving here in Colorado.... Well, after few years... you just get used of being away.. and to have connection with your beloved family and friends via the wires...not that you like it but you simply become more realistic…you will learn by the long term… how precious moments you missed, without telling them how much they mean to you…

There are a lot of obstacles you have to overcome in order to survive this new culture and people.. One thing I learn is that I am the one who should make the first step... I chose not to be isolated and to take the outmost of this life experience.. so I joined several social groups, societies and organizations… and day by day I become an active member… I did that because I want to know how the American think and what motivate them… In return they can see that, we are as muslim middle eastern females are not prisoners and we have souls and brains …

It was immense sadness……and may be chilling when I saw that face of a small angle who was killed by Israeli’s shells…

I know...no one would believe me, but today I saw my baby's face in Beit Hanon's massacre....

Dear son;

For you I chose to write…I know I am not a poet and I don’t know how to use the fanciest words of English…I am Arabic and when I cry…I cry in Arabic and when I love..I love in Arabic..

Forgive me…I DON’T HAVE THE ARABIC LETTERS RIGHT NOW....but I am sick of being silent and handicapped…

My son…It was you….I swear... with the long most beautiful eyes and lashes. the color of your skin... the cheeks…

I know you are very dear to your mom and you started saying the word mommy just few days ago….every one was proud of you…they clapped, applause…may be sang for you…and you smile.. Oh my God….your most adorable smile on earth…the sweetest one