Khadija's struggle for her life and that of her disabled daughter

I see you, O woman of the mountains! With eyes that hold the fire of rebellion and the smoke of sorrow. Khadija! You and your daughter, two burnt phoenixes who rose from the ashes of harsh traditions, but paid the price of flight with the peace of being. Now in the heavy silence of the mountain, you have become like Hamadan only with the whisper of the wind. Your hands, which once might have embraced a mother's love, today hang with the rough earth so that the acorns are the coins of life. Every morning, you wake up to the sun and a familiar fear of the shadow of the "Khan". A fear that is not of the wolf but of your own kind! A wall of heavy gazes has imprisoned you and your disabled innocence in the house. But know that this house, this mountain, these cracked hands of yours are the silent cry of a revolution. With every step you take on the steep slope of the mountain, you are beating on the bed of ignorance. With every handful of oak, you remove a stone from the foundation of oppression. O mother of resistance! History will write from the eyes of your daughter and the sweat of your brow. This is not the end of the road; this is a fire under the ashes that will one day flare up. You are not alone, your voice resonates in the heart of every free person! #Khadija_Rise #Mountain_Woman #Oaks_of_Hope #Sacrifice_of_Tradition #Silent_Revolt #Iron_Mothers #Distraught_Girl #Glory_of_Blood_Cried #Fear_of_Same_Kind #A_House_of_Fear #The_Mountain_Became_Home #The_Wounded_Hands_of_Life #Filling_the_Cost_of_Love #Innocence_of_Disabled #Fire _Under_the_Ashes #Scream_in_Silent #There_is_no_end_of_the_road #History_Writes_About_You #Breaking_the_Wall_of_Looking #Stone_on_the_Bed_of_Ignorance #No_Colorful_Peace #Love_in_Rebellion #Lonely_Uprising #Hard_Village #The_Story_of_Glory #Motherly_Uprising #Hope_from_the_Mountain #A_Path_of_Oak