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I will teach my daughter to own every part of her body.
From the roots of her hair to the tip of her toenails.
My daughter will be strong, not meek;
Earn respect not take; give only when deserved.

Breaking the shame · p.33

Love Lust and LoyaltyLove Lust and LoyaltyYuimi Vashum
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when did it become such a rare privilege to sleep soundly at the comfort of your own house?

Chapter 5 · p.44

Her Words, Our StoryHer Words, Our StoryLHAI NUN THEM
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As long as the sun rises, we have chances to rebuild, and to find a way through the night.

Chapter 5 · p.44

Her Words, Our StoryHer Words, Our StoryLHAI NUN THEM
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This act of burial was more than a practical measure - it symbolized our belief that despite the darkness and uncertainty, there would come a time when we could return, uncover our hidden treasures and rebuild our lives

Chapter 4 · p.31

Her Words, Our StoryHer Words, Our StoryLHAI NUN THEM
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Just as love begets love, so does destruction beget destruction.

p.185

Tales from the Dawn-Lit Mountains: Stories from Arunachal PradeshTales from the Dawn-Lit Mountains: Stories from Arunachal PradeshSubi Taba
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Technology made communication easier but not necessarily more meaningful

Postcards · p.150

The Last Free NagaThe Last Free NagaJim Wungramyao Kasom
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They had been doing fine without the technology, the rock music, the Yamaha RX 350 bike, and the heroin. They had each other. They had the community. They had the forest, the hunting, and the fishing....

The River That Bends Time · p.127

The Last Free NagaThe Last Free NagaJim Wungramyao Kasom
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Our ancestors believe those who love home
make their final rest in a foreign land.
Dying anywhere but home is
the loneliest of thoughts.

Temporary Leaving for a Final Arrival · p.13

Cradling Memories of My LandCradling Memories of My LandJim Wungramyao Kasom
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Sometimes the only sound I want to hear
is that of my own heart beat
so that I'm reminded of the fact that
I'm living for my own soul
and thal all the noises from others do not matter.

A Series of Sometimes · p.24

The Frog Finally SingsThe Frog Finally SingsSareo Leiyachon
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Because, Forgiveness,
It liberates you.

let go and let God · p.23

Love Lust and LoyaltyLove Lust and LoyaltyYuimi Vashum
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Red Shawl,
our people's last swaddle blanket
over the coffin,
the prayers of our people wrapped in it,
the only thing worth smuggling into the afterlife

The red Shawl Through The Years · p.18

Cradling Memories of My LandCradling Memories of My LandJim Wungramyao Kasom
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And I won’t be shocked if, one day, these children grow up to be hardened, perhaps even monstrous, in a world that has stripped them of innocence and hope.

Chapter 11 · p.101

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