Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windo — Zeina Kassem, Crossing
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Our dead become the photographs and words we hang on the walls, but they also hang on the walls of our hearts, the windows of our lips, and the sobs in our voices.

— Zeina Kassem, Crossing
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