A ​Sky Beyond the Storm (An Ember in the Ashes, #4)

by Sabaa Tahir

For every child of war Whose story will never be told.

He looks at me and shudders, so alone. So I reach out and pull together the shreds that remain of him. The scraps solidify into the shape of a child, a young boy with brown eyes, and when I pull him into my arms, he collapses. Together we weep over all we have done and all that has been done to us. Though I do not speak, I pour what love I have into this, the truest manifestation of a broken creature. How long since anyone offered him comfort? How different would his life be if the greed of man had not led to his madness, and the hurt of millions?

And while family can cause pain and make mistakes, it is never a burden. Never.”

That despite all I have survived, or perhaps because of it, there is still joy in my heart.