Where the Heart Heals in Silence
In a land where materialism is nearly absent but community is everything, I walked among strong women and children full of light, bringing food and comfort to single mothers and forgotten orphans.
In Ethiopia, I received far more than I gave: hands that held mine without asking for anything, eyes that listened without speaking. One day, as I grieved the greatest loss of my life, a stranger named Assefa took my hand. He asked for nothing. He held it tightly for hours. In that silence, between pain and compassion, I understood that even when everything collapses, the deepest humanity still knows how to keep you standing.
These images are the face of that truth — a truth made of simplicity, closeness, and love that needs no words.
