Children of the Diaspora

And how beautiful it is, when children of the diaspora, struggling to swim the currents that separate East from West; more keen to go by Joe than Yuseph, Mary than Mariam, drift towards the shoreline of acceptance.

Sluggishly emerging from the horizon of the sea, they find strength in legs never known before; until at last atop a mountain they stand, learning to love the sun at dawn.

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