It's been three weeks since I lost my home and everything I own. But, what I lost was not who I am.
Yes, it's painful and it's a struggle when I think of the afgan my dead grandmother made, or the pictures of my children as infants, lost forever. But, I have my children alive and healthy and my grandmother is still in my heart.
What I won't so easily recover from is the loss of my country, drown like my home, in a sea lies.
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