How many more times do we have to come to terms with death before we find safety?

I joined the army to avenge the deaths of my family and to survive, but I've come to learn that if I am going to take revenge, in that process I will kill another person whose family will want revenge; then revenge and revenge and revenge will never come to an end.

ONE OF THE UNSETTLING THINGS about my journey, mentally, physically, and emotionally, was that I wasn’t sure when or where it was going to end.

This is one of the consequences of the civil war. People stop trusting each other, and every stranger becomes an enemy.

How many more times do we have to come to terms with death before we find safety?

My childhood had gone by without my knowing, and it seemed as if my heart had frozen.

My teeth became sour as I listened to his story. It was then that I understood why he was quiet all the time.