You leave pieces of yourself at borders no one talks about.
This book explores the struggle to belong—
as a woman,
as a foreigner,
as someone balancing culture, faith, grief, ambition, and survival in a new world.
It speaks to women who loved deeply and lost quietly.
It began as my memoir.
But it quickly became a mirror for millions.
For anyone who has ever left home for Europe, for America not knowing what they would lose in the process.
Migration is not just movement.
It is sacrifice.
You leave language.
You leave familiarity.
& more
It began as my memoir.
But it quickly became a mirror for millions.
For anyone who has ever left home for Europe, for America not knowing what they would lose in the process.
Migration is not just movement.
It is sacrifice.
You leave language.
You leave familiarity.
& more
Dear world,
To some, I’m a singer, songwriter, human rights advocate, and TV host.
But my first and truest calling has always been writing.
This thread is about the book I’ve written and why it matters.
Dear world,
To some, I’m a singer, songwriter, human rights advocate, and TV host.
But my first and truest calling has always been writing.
This thread is about the book I’ve written and why it matters.
(Food for thought ዛንታ ሓዱሽ ዓመት)
🌻 🌻 🌻 Ge’ez New Year 🌻 🌻 🌻
A season of light after rain, as daisies bloom
From harvest and prayer,
time rises clothed in faith’s golden loom
echoes of Sheba, a promise of God’s dawn
The triumph of Ethiopianism
The true champions left out, unseen, forgotten
left to crumble,
swallowed by sorrow, yet remain humble
I’m like a bird —Nelly Furtado
I don’t know where my home is,
what my truth is
Wake me up when Tigray awakens
from a repeat of betrayal & aches
Mother’s fight, lost in light,
Hope and fear whisper near
Finding hope seems a daydream
Hopefulness ….,hopelessness taking turns
Her heart filled with sorrow,
Hoping hope will find tomorrow
Living in limbo, living in uncertainty
Dying inside,
Finding serenity in scrutiny
Sitting on ancient crowns
Who broke the chains
That’s who you are
That’s what you are!
Vanity vainglory
Blinded by hubris
Choosing ruin over legacy
Vanity seeds war
Yet harvests only decay
Witnessing decay without rebirth
Corrosion of hope
Even my faith
Slips down a slope
Hello twitter fam, I have been away from social media and thank you for your messages and love! 🥰 inviting you to vote for my recent work/ my music. Link is below 👇 thank you my loves!
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Happiest New year to my people! May this year be a year that we tolerate each other & work together towards building #tigray and towards healing.
Love,
Fiyorina 💕
@arag9105 We are Tigrayans from Tigray & our language is mainly tigryna, Kunama & Irob. How can we steal anything from Eritrea when we are from the Axumawite kingdom? The foundation of humankind & civilization. But I know tigryna speaking Eritreans do celebrate Ashenda. Ask urself why?!
Getting ready for one of our “National Pride day” Ashenda!
“Ashenda” dates back to the ancient civilization of Axum. It is our unique cultural festival of womanhood, sisterhood, and female joy, celebrated every August in Tigray.
@AtsbhaGebreegz2@Hadgitourism