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Warm Cheeks
By Husnaa Hashim in the KidSpirit Human Dignity issue.
I don't want learning, or dignity, or respectability. I want this music, and this dawn, and the warmth of your cheek against mine.
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The Role of Women in the Bahá’í Faith
By Ariana Resauladin for KidSpirit's The Soul of Gender issue.
I’m a 12-year-old girl who has grown up in a community of Bahá’ís.
It is really astonishing to be a part of a religion th…
The Wholeness of Nature
By Katie Reis in KidSpirit's Myth & Magic issue.
I’m not a religious person. I was baptized a Catholic but slowly realized that many of Catholicism’s beliefs and principles did not fit my own…
The Lightbulb of Kindness
By Camille Rutter
So much darkness
Is passed through the world
Through the lack
Of kindness.
The Nature in Me
By Nargis Kachrumathur for KidSpirit's Nature issue.
My relationship with nature has always been an odd one; sometimes I appreciate its beauty and benefits, while sometimes I despise things ab…
The Joy of Byzantine Catholicism
By Chris Woods in the KidSpirit Happiness Issue
I was baptized into the Roman Catholic Church. Shortly after I was born, my family moved and we became parishioners at a Byzantine Catholic Church …
The Ethics of the Interfaith Movement
By Akash Mehta in KidSpirit's The God Issue.
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What does it mean to live a good human life?
There, in a sentence, is perhaps the most i…
The Ecology of Our Minds
By Nimai Agarwal for KidSpirit’s Climate Change: Tending Our Planet issue.
When I was eight years old, my parents used to take me to the National Mall in Washington, D.C. We would go every week…
The Crescent and I
By Abdullah Sayed for KidSpirit's Education issue.
Though I live in the middle of the multicultural metropolis of the world, Queens, I find it hard to imagine that any of my non-Muslim friends ar…
The Commodification of Spirituality
By Lucy Liversidge for KidSpirit's Reality and Perception Issue.
Suddenly, it is Sunday night. Forty-eight hours of respite dwindle to a few more minutes. Deep breath in through my mouth. Hold it…