Description
I learned a lot from them. I learned to dance despite the horrors that haunt my memory. To laugh despite the sobs I suppress every night... To wear colorful dresses no matter how devastated and dull my city is. To embrace life, even if it's like a cactus. I learned to raise my voice to drown out the sound of bullets. I learned to make fun of everything... I learned how to carry the heavy gas jar with the same hand that carves henna and how to recycle heavy generators with the same hand that used to make beautiful braids for little girls.
