Nina Domricheva
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My Navigation To The Kitchen Faucet
I was hiding behind the kitchen wall, waiting for my Grandma to walk away. I needed to wash my hands one more time. I always washed my hands at least twice. Sometimes four times, sometimes six or even eight. I followed the unspoken rule that the number of my hand washes must be “EVEN.” That rule was a mental demand I could not escape; an order I must follow; a thought pulsating in my bloodstream. It was the capturer that enslaved my mind.
By Nina Domricheva2 months ago in Humans
Two Cultures, One Self
Who Am I? Good question. She was standing in the middle of her living room, wearing a worn-down, oversized, genderless T-shirt and a pair of elegant four-inch heels. Who did she want to be today? The answer would depend on how she decided to complete her outfit. She could either match the shirt with a pair of shapeless sweatpants and be a comfort-seeking American, or she could put on a deep-cleavage sexy top and be a stone-faced Eastern European.
By Nina Domricheva3 months ago in Fiction
The Knock That Shattered My World
As a bookworm, I read all the books on the shelf, both appropriate and not for my age. That morning, I woke up hoping to find a new story hiding in a paperback. Mom was heating water for tea, and there were still cookies left on the plate. The warm, sweet smell of shortbread made the kitchen feel cozy. Life was good! We felt peaceful. I was happy.
By Nina Domricheva4 months ago in Fiction
Before the Amen: A Teenage Gospel. Winner in Leave the Light On Challenge.
That was the night she could never forget. She remembered her childhood—when she thought she knew the truth. The Holy Word lived in her mind, in every memory cell. She knew her Bible better than any textbook. Even though she was an A student at school, the Bible remained her strongest subject. She could quote any book, either from the Old Testament or the New. She knew the chosen people—and often reminded herself how lucky she was to be one of them.
By Nina Domricheva5 months ago in Fiction
Forced Migration... a post war story
Imagine yourself being successful—living in a paid-off house, running a business you’ve built, and working in a career you love. Imagine yourself as a single woman whose children are standing on their own feet because of your hard work. And then, imagine losing all of that in a matter of days.
By Nina Domricheva8 months ago in Humans
From Pharmacy to the Farmacy
I was watching a British drama series, Call the Midwife. The show is based on the true stories of one of the nurses. It was East London in the 1950s, when the life of poor people was rough during the post-WWII era. People lived in poverty and lacked resources. Men struggled to find jobs and provide for their families. Women had continuous pregnancies because contraceptives were not available. The doctors, nurses, and midwives worked 24/7 to help those in need. The need was endless. However, everyone needed a minute to relieve their high stress, and that relief was a cigarette. The doctors smoked at home, at work, and in the room with their patients. Expecting mothers lit a cigarette at home and in the clinic’s waiting room, and right before and right after they gave birth. Even the nuns were tempted to smoke. Smoking was normal and acceptable until medical data showed an increase in lung cancer. The lung cancer rate was so high that it was considered an epidemic. Many people refused to quit smoking despite the health risks. They continued the same lifestyle, and the children followed the parental example.
By Nina Domricheva9 months ago in Education
