There is no equivalent to the word Qaher. The dictionary calls it “anger,” but that does not satisfy. It is when you take anger, place it on a low fire, add injustice, oppression, racism, and dehumanization to it, and leave it to cook slowly for a century. And then you try to say it, but no one hears you. So, it sits in your heart, and settles into your cells, and it becomes your genetic imprint. Then it moves through generations. And one day you feel yourself unable to breathe. It washes over you and demands to break out of you. You weep. And it begins again.
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