Exceptional writing, Lily. Your gift has captured this moment with alacrity. Thank you for sharing your immense talent with us. I can feel your hands embracing hers. 🙏🏻❤️🙏🏻
I was having similar thoughts regarding airtime and resources given to the submersible and it's passengers, "explorers" they called them, as I remembered all those other human souls lost just trying to live - unidentified and barely acknowledged except by those who reached out to help.
I'm wondering - the woman who's hands and stare you held, do you know what happened next for her? This is me assuming that what you wrote was a lived experience. I don't doubt that it was.
Like so many other refugees, you listen to their story, maybe gather some clothes and a blanket, give them a hug and then they become a painful memory. Sausan I actually met in Cairo — she had lost her children, mother, husband, and home during the U.S. military invasion in Iraq and was on her way to Europe to try to “safely” find another life. What got me most was that she worked as an engineer in Bagdad. Other than that, Suzi, I don’t know her whereabouts. Just another refugee. Just another life. Just another story.
Exceptional writing, Lily. Your gift has captured this moment with alacrity. Thank you for sharing your immense talent with us. I can feel your hands embracing hers. 🙏🏻❤️🙏🏻
Clarity.
Poignantly beautiful, Lily.
I was having similar thoughts regarding airtime and resources given to the submersible and it's passengers, "explorers" they called them, as I remembered all those other human souls lost just trying to live - unidentified and barely acknowledged except by those who reached out to help.
I'm wondering - the woman who's hands and stare you held, do you know what happened next for her? This is me assuming that what you wrote was a lived experience. I don't doubt that it was.
Thank you for this.
Like so many other refugees, you listen to their story, maybe gather some clothes and a blanket, give them a hug and then they become a painful memory. Sausan I actually met in Cairo — she had lost her children, mother, husband, and home during the U.S. military invasion in Iraq and was on her way to Europe to try to “safely” find another life. What got me most was that she worked as an engineer in Bagdad. Other than that, Suzi, I don’t know her whereabouts. Just another refugee. Just another life. Just another story.
Exactly. Heart-gut truth. Thank you for this, Lily.
Exactly. Heart-gut truth. Thank you for this, Lily.
Powerful, moving, and captivating.
5 lines from the end: breathe?