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A Mother's Tear-Streaked Face Over the Burning Coals
Every mother's prayer calls home in this hut morning smoke billows upwards holes in the door and roof gasp a mother's tear-streaked face over the burning coals empty clay pot who will provide enough food today? Ahead, the wet dust on the paths it's hard to tell whether it was last night's rain or a drop of blood but the remnants of water on the road and the remnants of light in the vision seep into the womb becoming pus and blood. Children fall asleep listening to stories now they rub their eyes to ponder that there is no more fairyland no wind to carry them away and if they try to stand their heads hit the black sky their eyes burn their hands burn their stomachs burn are they roasting themselves? A voice rises up is it from the sea? from the valley? from the mountains? from the storm? from the wailing of many voices? it continued to soar into the sky, but in the trees, the branches and leaves remained motionless. Smoke swirled like any other day, only the mother slowly lifted her face, tears streaming for a moment, and the children peeked out again —and again. Atambua—Indonesia, July 9, 2026
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