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September 16, 2025 at 8:05 PM
Displacement is not a move from one place to another; it is an uprooting of the soul, a displacement of memory, and a loss of homeland in the small details we thought were eternal.
September 15, 2025 at 5:46 PM
Displacement is not a move from one place to another; it is an uprooting of the soul, a displacement of memory, and a loss of homeland in the small details we thought were eternal.
Your children ask you: When will we return? You have no answer other than silence dripping with pain.
In your small bag is everything: a picture on a collapsed wall, a key to a door
that no longer stands, and a heavy memory resting on your shoulders.
In your small bag is everything: a picture on a collapsed wall, a key to a door
that no longer stands, and a heavy memory resting on your shoulders.
September 15, 2025 at 5:46 PM
Your children ask you: When will we return? You have no answer other than silence dripping with pain.
In your small bag is everything: a picture on a collapsed wall, a key to a door
that no longer stands, and a heavy memory resting on your shoulders.
In your small bag is everything: a picture on a collapsed wall, a key to a door
that no longer stands, and a heavy memory resting on your shoulders.
Your children ask you: When will we return? You have no answer other than silence dripping with pain.
In your small bag is everything: a picture on a collapsed wall, a key to a door
that no longer stands, and a heavy memory resting on your shoulders
In your small bag is everything: a picture on a collapsed wall, a key to a door
that no longer stands, and a heavy memory resting on your shoulders
September 15, 2025 at 5:11 PM
Your children ask you: When will we return? You have no answer other than silence dripping with pain.
In your small bag is everything: a picture on a collapsed wall, a key to a door
that no longer stands, and a heavy memory resting on your shoulders
In your small bag is everything: a picture on a collapsed wall, a key to a door
that no longer stands, and a heavy memory resting on your shoulders
And to those who claim to be our brothers where is your voice, where is your stand? History will remember your abandonment, and God will judge it.
September 9, 2025 at 6:33 PM
And to those who claim to be our brothers where is your voice, where is your stand? History will remember your abandonment, and God will judge it.
September 9, 2025 at 7:54 AM