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I was thinking about war and the aftermath it always leaves behind…
The fears, the losses,
The sound of explosions that, even after they stop, continue echoing inside.
Eyes that no longer smile the way they used to,
Hands that hold their loved ones only in memories ,not in reality.
War doesn’t just wound bodies;
it quietly wears down the soul.
And sometimes, the silence after war
is even heavier than the war itself.
Now that a ceasefire has apparently been declared in my country,
my friends in Ukraine are still trapped in this never-ending nightmare.
The sirens still scream, the sky is still not safe,
and there are still children growing up with the sound of fear instead of lullabies.
My heart is with them — with the mothers waiting at the door,
with the fathers trying to hide their fear,
and with all those who wake up each day and keep going, despite the pain.
War may end for a country,
but within human hearts,
it continues as long as the wounds remain unhealed.
And so, this prayer rises from deep within me:
May the day come when no one hears the sound of war again,
and may we all breathe in true peace
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