She knelt with them. Not above. Not behind. With them. In the dust of that broken land… In the chains that scarred their wrists… In the trembling hands of daughters taken from their mothers— She was there. Not in power, but in presence. Not in wrath, but in remembrance. This is not a post about politics. This is not a post about nations. This is a sacred remembering. In every war, in every silence, in every story that the world turned its face from— She knelt. With light on her shoulders, and fi