Born in silence and shaped by hunger, hope, and healing, this soul letter is for anyone who has ever felt unseen or uncertain. It’s a gentle reminder that your story matters, your breath is not an accident, and maybe—just maybe—this life is a borrowed dream. May these words meet you where you are and guide you gently home to yourself.

Thirty-one years after the Genocide against the Tutsi, I reflect not just on what was lost—but on what can still be rebuilt. This is for any

If only our eyes saw souls instead of race, religion, disability, sexual orientation, or other characteristics. How different would our...