How many more times do we have to come to terms with death before we find safety?" he asked. He waited a few minutes, but the three of us didn't say anything. He continued: "Every time people come at us with the intention of killing us, I close my eyes and wait for death. Even though I am still alive, I feel like each time I accept death, part of me dies. Very soon I will completely die and all that will be left is my empty body walking with you. It will be quieter than I am.

...children have the resilience to outlive their sufferings, if given a chance.

We must strive to be like the moon

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

Some nights the sky wept stars that quickly floated and disappeared into the darkness before our wishes could meet them.

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

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.