R.I.P Grandma

Today, I got the news that my maternal grandmother's youngest sister passed away. She was in a camp setup by the Sri Lankan government, a camp made to house the displaced citizens on the areas currently declared as war-zones. Yet this camp was bombed.

She was 74. She and her children and grandchildren had been running for months. She was cooking food for them while they went to bathe.

They had no involvement in this, in any of this. They were poor farmers eking out a living in a land hit by political turmoil and natural disaster.

My grandmother and her other sister still don't know.

I never knew her. She was apparently among the kindest souls to walk the face of this Earth.

This war has hit home again.

We're going back to checking lists of the dead and injured. She passed away on the 26th. We found out today.

Lord have mercy.



Be remembered in beauty, and in being happy in the land you were born in, not in the nation that stole your life.

Rest in peace, grandma.