The testament of my life A Living Testimony I did not arrive in this world with a map. Like many, I entered life quietly, carried by love, shaped by expectations, and launched forward with hopes that were already defined before I could name myself. My parents gave me what they had; belief, effort, and a […]
Confronting Memory as a Path to Freedom There are lives that begin their mornings not with birdsong or quiet light, but with the crack of gunfire and the echo of screams. In such worlds, bullets become a daily symphony yet an unwanted melody flowing through bloodlines, settling into bones and shaping breath. To wake, to
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Silence can be heavy. Not the peaceful kind but the kind that grows in refugee settlements, in haunting memories of war, violences, oppression and responsibility beyond ability. In such quiet corners where dreams disappear because survival takes all the space, haunting silences dwell. I learned early that silence can swallow identity, voice, and purpose… unless
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The Legacy of Exploitation Bloodlines of Memory I believe that the ancient slave trade is an undeniable heritage mark carved into the plateau of our collective soul. Deep within our veins flows a stream of blood subconsciously carrying this memory. Even when history books fall silent, the body remembers. Trauma travels across generations, embedding itself
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