The Arab
The Silent Figure on the Sun-Drenched Shore
I stand where the sun burns and silence speaks.
I don’t speak much—never have. Words don’t change the weight of a sister’s shame or the heat on the shore. I waited. I watched. I carried the blade not for show, but because it was mine to carry. In the end, none of it mattered. Or maybe it did. Maybe that’s the joke no one told you yet.
What I'm Into: the sea at noon, my sister’s silence, Raymond's debts, the weight of a knife, unfinished business
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