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Not even tents, some cloths, wet cardboard and pieces of plastic tied between mud bushes, children limp with their mothers, everywhere young men stomping around looking in every nook and corner of their heads how to tear down the fence, leave their hopeless misery in this no man's land to put love again in the eyes begging for help Who cares about them, who among us breaks the indecision, who brings water, a bed, a loaf of bread, who does do something, who goes to them, who dares to look them in the eye from person to person?
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May 18
May 18, 2026 at 3:57 AM UTC
Who among us?
Not even tents, some cloths, wet cardboard and pieces of plastic tied between mud bushes, children limp with their mothers, everywhere young men stomping around looking in every nook and corner of their heads how to tear down the fence, leave their hopeless misery in this no man's land to put love again in the eyes begging for help Who cares about them, who among us breaks the indecision, who brings water, a bed, a loaf of bread, who does do something, who goes to them, who dares to look them in the eye from person to person?
Closed borders Zaynab **** Khuzayma "al-Masakin" (AD 620) Collection "From Sacred Scriptures: The Praised One"
Zywa
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Amsterdam
May 18
May 18, 2026 at 3:57 AM UTC
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