The pain and agony within Baby Bird\'s heart dwell with hopes beneath her dead mother\'s wing.
I wonder if she can feel as we do—loss, sadness—a way of breathing with nothing but air, emptiness surrounding her?!
I wonder if she can see things as we do—clarity, sadness, harshness, unfairness in the world.
Yet, the stem of a caring heart sometimes blooms around the dried, desolate ground filled with agony.
Shahla Latifi
July 2025