The mask fell, and the injustice stood naked. The honeyed words that had fed them for days could not stop the hunger now. The elderly died dreaming of whiteness, and the gold that could have repaired their village wells was gone. They realized that the “Rivers of Milk” were a metaphor used by a butcher dressed in a preacher’s robes. Abdel Latif Moubarak | Egypt The village was dying of thirst. The wells had turned into dusty throats, and the ear…
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