Before he died his beauty was taken away from him. The
troubles he saw dimmed his eyes and took the brightness from his face, veiled
him in a pain that hid him. His homeland was also taken from him. The roar of
explosions spoke destruction in the land where he was born. Flames on flesh were an
abomination that lit his departure on a long and cruel journey.
He went through the night and over the oceans, away from all
he knew. He and so many others were escaping violence and death.
Lastly his life was taken from him. It was taken from him by degrees, with the slowness of cotton. On Sunday the 18th of October, 2015 his life was erased from the Earth. His name, Khodayar Amini, is all that is left behind. Bitter ash in the mouth of Spring.
Lastly his life was taken from him. It was taken from him by degrees, with the slowness of cotton. On Sunday the 18th of October, 2015 his life was erased from the Earth. His name, Khodayar Amini, is all that is left behind. Bitter ash in the mouth of Spring.
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