She is in Heaven now, Mama She is. Oh, yes. Did she fly to Heaven, Mama? They try to picture it in their minds… She had cancer, Mama, and we prayed for her every single day, and she died. Oh, this was a hard season. We love this family. She died. But, that doesn’t mean…
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Two brothers, clutching each other’s hands as they walk with blistered, battered feet… emaciated, skeletal bodies, mouths dry, longing for home, water, food… something I hold my son close and sing to him as he falls asleep Two brothers, wasted, lifeless, half naked roam the deserted streets of Haleb, the older boy carrying their baby…
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Teach me how I can be like you. How can I endure trials with the same grace that you did? Teach me. While you are not here and I have never even met you, my connection to you is so strong. You sang these same Armenian folk songs that I sing now. You sang them…
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