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Tuesday, 09 July 2019

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Thank you Peter. The only revolution worth fighting for is generous, compassionate and recognizes that every human, everywhere, has equal value.

Absolutely. And also important to remember...

It is often easier to become outraged by injustice half a world away than by oppression and discrimination half a block from home.
-Carl T. Rowan

A memorable post, thank you.

With your reach maybe you could collect donations to buy her a plane ticket back home to Somalia. Lots of us want to help her get home.

[Mike speaking...I'm just guessing, but I'd say it's very doubtful she wants to go back, especially since she's been here since 1986. But just because life might be better here doesn't mean immigrants don't miss their homes of origin and wish the best for the people they left behind. Like I say, just my personal supposition. --Mike]

Well, damn.

Sad story. I would imagine she probably doesn't want to go home. It's 32 years since she left ... a lifetime away.

As individuals all we can do is help a little but it is sad we cannot spend more on helping with charities like Practical Action and Intermediate Technology instigated by E F Schumacher which help people help themselves.

Beautiful photograph.

Thank you Peter for an encouraging and inspiring life experience over a cup of coffee and while carrying a camera.

One of my New Year resolutions (I don't make many) is to buy someone a meal once a month and have conversations. You have given me a fresh idea on how to do that a bit differently.

Dan K.

Thank you Peter and thank you Mike for this post. The world definitely needs more love and compassion

Thank you for this touching and heartfelt story from a very fine photographer. That's what I like about your blog Mike, it's never the run of the mill stuff seen on other internet photo sites.

Thanks you Peter, this story is a reminder that before anything else, we should simply be human beings.

A wonderful story and photograph. Thanks!

It is interesting to me how a diaspora, or even a displaced individual views where they are and from whence they came. In the USA, many would seem to have adopted here and are proud citizens of both here and there but this woman after 33 years is nowhere.
Multi level sadness.

Identity is a hard possession. One pretends to be this or that when a grown-up, but inside one remains as one was when a child.

Thanks for the very human and poignant piece.

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