The prayers are sound, everyone whispers the word of god. Whispers fade short stares take the place, Gasping for air, no one dares to take her breath Silence is sound and all around eyes witnessed Eyes glistened, Still. Daughters and daughters and daughters with…

One day, I saw my father’s mother in the mirror, looking back at me. Her face the same as the one I had seen in pictures, but had never seen or touched, whose voice I had never heard. Another day I saw my mother’s mother…