The kindest thing literature does is remind you that your peculiar little feelings have always existed. Someone, in some century, was equally confused by love, bored by society, tired of performing, and hungry for meaning.
Where is this woman now?
What is her current situation?
We do not know.
And she begged us. She cried to me and you!.
This could be you any day, if we do not put out this fire…
Only God knows what the abductors are planning to do with them.
Only God can see what they have passed through. If they still have any hope left in them. 😩
Over a month. Kids ooo! Kids. 😭