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I come from a land without a voice

I come from a land without a voice, But where silence speaks louder than war. On our morning walks, we pick flowers, On our way home, we place them on graves. Evening comes, heavy with the sound of guns, Yet the wind rises to wipe it away. Still, the scars remain—etched on walls, Written in…

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For Whom the Door Remains Ever Open

The Land of Disappearances and Mass Graves  In Balochistan, loss is not always marked by funerals. Some families never get to bury their loved ones, never receive a body, never know what happened. Their pain remains in the unanswered calls, the uneaten meals, the empty spaces in gatherings, and the doors that are never closed,…

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The Ugly American Show

"It may be dangerous to be America's enemy, but to be America's friend is fatal.” —Henry Kissinger in William F. Buckley Jr.  United Nations Journal: A     Delegate's Odyssey (1974), pp 56–57. In the spring of 2008, a nation's intricate history was brought to the forefront in a televised spectacle: 'Great…

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