My light is your light...
When people are forced to leave their cities, they do not only leave their homes, belongings behind. They actually leave their skin organs and memories and transform into outlines of a radiating light. whispering one thing: my light is your light…
- alaa minawi, firstname.lastname@example.org
- May 3, 20152015-05-03T08:00:00 - June 4, 2015 2015-06-04T08:00:00
- Beirut, Lebanon