Our Side of the Story

“what’s a habesha? I’m a visual learner” It was a random TikTok post, of course I went through the comments. I found so many pretty girls. My heart was suddenly so full እያየኋቸው…most of them are diasporas. እንጃ እኔ ምን የሚሉት የሀገር ፍቅር እንዳፈነኝ…this የሀገር ልጅ መሆን ሌላውም ይሰማው ይሆን ወይስ እኛ ብቻ የተሰጠን ነው? ቢልልን እና ፀድ ኑሮ ቢኖረን ሞላችንም ቤታችን ብንኖር፣ ድህነት አይኑ በጠፋ፣ የሞቱላት ሀገሪት መልኳን ባወቅነው፣ የሀገር ስሜት እና ሽታው ትዝታ ውስጥ ብቻ ባልቀረ፣ አሁንም እማዬ ታደርግ እንደነበረው random የቸገረው መንገደኛ ቤቴ አምጥቼ አኑሬ ሰርቶ ያጠራቀማትን ይዞ ሲሄድ “በል ይቅናህ” ብቻ ብዬ without asking anything in return እንደ ውለታ ሳልቆጥር ብሸኝ፣ to go back in time and have the chance to play ሰፈር ውስጥ ወጥቼ፣ ህይወት ተፈራ vivid description ውስጥ መኖር፣ እነ ሀይሉ መርጊያ የገባቸው የሀገር እና nostalgia ሚስጥር ቢገባኝ፣ ኧረ ኤድያ ብቻ ብዙ ተመኘሁ።

ልወደድ ባይነቱ ቢቀርስ?

the loveliest language for songs btw.

Might have found an antidote for the pain of my nostalgia addiction.

How people are so talented is beyond me.

ነገም ኑ :).

My issue with contemporary love songs is they’re blatantly focused on convincing everyone the entire purpose of being alive is to be approved/loved by someone else. Don’t even get me started on the painful lyrics.

እና ደግሞ the best you can do to spite people who thrive on riling you up is being unbothered like you’re blind and deaf.

The goal is a clear conscience.

Tomorrow is the opening night, see you guys at 6 PM :) እንዳትቀሩ actually.

born to pole vault to conclusions but forced to understand where you are coming from

May God be with you listening to this😭

Have you ever struggled with accessing mental health support?” Take a moment to check in—share your thoughts in our quick questionnaire below. "Nurturing Minds" 💬💚 Click Here #MentalHealth #MentalWellness #FindYourPath #SupportLocal #EthiopiaMentalHealth #Wellbeing #SelfCare #ClarifyYourMind Telegram | Instagram | TikTok | LinkedIn

At the end of the day, everything leads to Christ. No words will ever suffice for how gracious the lord has been to my undeserving soul, mind and heart. Everything I’ve known fails me even if I try, the beauty he has found in my ashes is enough to say so much. Exactly a year ago was one of the most horrible times of my lived life, I didn’t know where to guide my feet, and what to believe in. Unspeakable demise, a mess I didn’t know how to clean up, most of all, a weathered heart I couldn’t bring to believe again. This is the season I was taught that it was never me who made me believe in him. Not because mom spends hours telling me about how he’s the end of it, church every Sunday, praying like I’m strong or conversations like I have him all figured out. ማመንን የሚሰጥ እራሱ! A year later, here. His faithfulness untouched, my testimony banked and questions answered in a way that I will never get back to them. መታደል :).