Today my heart is full of questions and aches and tears. Not many words to share with you. Just a recipe for Toshka, a Syrian version of grilled cheese with minced meat and pita bread.
We bomb a country for killing its own people but keep the victims from that same country out of ours. Keep out, folks; no trespassing. But here, let me bomb your enemies for you. Maybe we can make peace and end suffering that way.
Really? When has violence ever stopped violence?