And now? Now he lies in his tent, watching movies. He collects bottle caps, and makes a game of checkers. The furthest he's walked today -- in the last month, really -- was to get his meal of peas and carrots and soup. He would sleep, but he knows from experience that one can only sleep so much in a day. He wishes he could close his eyes and forget everything he's seen and heard in his lifetime. He would even be willing to lose the memory of the good, if it meant not seeing the bad anymore.
She sits quietly outside her house. Her eyes follow the movements of the baby who lives next door, but her mind is back in Afghanistan. Where she used to be the life of the party. She had friends all around her, and a few of them were true friends -- the kind she shared everything with.
And now? She is lonely, and says she has no friends. She hates a few people, but she has no one to love. When you ask her, she says she has four friends -- but she hasn't seen any of them since they left her to go back to America.
You can feel the hopelessness. The hurt. Look in their eyes, and tell me you can't see it. Tell me you can't feel it in your own heart. We desperately need a Healer to heal our hearts.
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