This is probably one of my favorite pics of Mustafa. It was taken outside of his village
a short time before he left...and it shows the beautiful mountains framed in the background.
Who would surmise that SO MUCH HATE AND IGNORANCE could be harbored in the small town nestled in the lee of those beautiful peaks, but as I discovered....hate exists there. Ignorance thrives there as does people whose sole mission in life is to control others while they enrich themselves. By keeping the locals who are for the most part either uneducated or who choose to turn away from what is going on, unsophiscated, and blind to the ways of the rest of the world...they get to do terrible things and never pay the price for their acts.
Nothing particularly unusual about that I guess. This kind of people exist everywhere in the world and always have. BUT, it destroyed my life and Mustafa's and for that I will NEVER REST until they pay the piper. Hello, MY NAME IS PIPER.
He was my life, my world, my love and the center of my Universe for 2 years.
What in HELL will I do now?
THE WAGES OF HATE IS A BONE-CHILLING SPINE TINGLING TALE OF HATE, INTRIGUE, A CULTURAL DIVIDE, AND LOVE. ESPECIALLY LOVE.
IT WILL KEEP YOU ON THE EDGE OF YOUR SEAT AND BY THE END IF NOT BEFORE,
IN TEARS.
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