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"Two hours and nothing. Not one word. The unfurling of
image after image of unbridled destruction, she felt the pangs of despair reach
the pit of her stomach. Her finger had scrolled miles. The weight of what she
witnessed grew heavy. Everyone seemed to be angry at someone; some caught up in
lies, and some blinded by their own ego, "ruthless" came to mind.
Fingers poised, ready to unleash the rage that rose through her chest, they
receded gently pushing back into her soft palms as the thought of a sister counting
her last breaths came to mind. 'Fighting fire with fire only evokes greater
misery, rather create a space where fires may no longer burn'."
"Mercy"
is the word. © Aisha Mirza
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