There comes the small will of desire in pride
With the pain of generational trauma as a bride
The bride to a country of unlivables, buried underneath
Of dignity that snatches women’s lives? died
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Setaish Haidari
Everyday passes by with the memories we have deep in our hearts. Some like to share it and some do not and that is okay as we are all special with special experiences. For me, writing helps me express myself the way I want to be known, to fly with no borders that limit my creativity, I want here to be a safe place for all where we can all accept who we are and how we are. I hope any of my memories catch your attention to my everyday life and my perspective on it as all of our experiences are unique whether bad or good, it’s how we feel and how God plans everything for us with our effort.
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