You know, how do we kind of really engage in healing justice so that it doesn't just continue this cycle of disposable people in resistance, you know, whether they age out or they, you know, have too much trauma or they become martyred and die.

How does a body transcribe what it has been trying to forget? We collapse into rawi prabh, pleating limbs in an asynchronous rhythm.

Some of us are here for reprieve, others are beholden to ritual.

The rakats become surrender, become what we have always known, that which can't be touched or described.

From the divine we come to the divine we return.

We offer these rakats in solemn debt to those who remain steadfast for freedom.

A memory of someone telling me when mourning, let the gods and ancestors eat first.

And so when we don't grieve, we don't turn towards the most human part of ourselves, which is to love.