Dear Khodayar, today my thoughts are with all travellers who
have no place to stay. Like Mary and Joseph were all those years ago. We have
to find space for them and share what we own with them. We have to provide
refuge for our sisters and brothers; at out tables and in our houses.
Khodayar, many people hear your story and turn away – they
never pay attention to you. He is a refugee they say, close the gate, don’t let
him in. They will not listen to the end of your tale because they can’t bear
the cruelty that you have endured from people like them; the pain that you have
felt. So much easier to seal up the burning house so that none can escape; to
stop the ambulances and abandon the burnt and injured far away. Out of sight
and out of mind. We will not help you, we will not let you near. Love Stephen
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