HOPE OR LOST?

With smiles they waved goodbye barefoot on the soil that raised them carrying nothing but names and the weight of dreams too heavy for home. They spoke of Europe like it was morning on the other side of night and more prayers than food. Is this hope? To trade the peace of home for a foreign land? Or is it loss leaving love behind for a future that may not come? This is human migration not statistics but sons and daughters not numbers but beating hearts crossing borders just to feel human again.