‘O Afghanistan, Afghanistan!’
Grief has many faces; as Anglo-American poet critic T.S. Eliot (1888-1965) said of death, it ‘has a hundred hands and walks by a thousand ways’. Shell-shocked military children at a father’s funeral. Mothers cradling photos of infants vaporised in an airstrike. Distraught professionals unjustly accused. Women silently abused. The dreams of adolescence turned to the […]
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