A Postcard for a Nobel Peace Laureate: From Sisters Twinned in Sorrow
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This haunting postcard captures the grief of two Ethiopian mothers — one Oromo, one Tigrayan — whose suffering stands as a silent rebuke to a Nobel Peace Laureate. History may forget his speeches, but not the faces he left behind — wounded, waiting, unhealed.
Sisters Bound by Grief, Forgotten by Peace
They do not speak, but their silence echoes louder than any speech ever could.
One face belongs to a mother from Oromia, the other from Tigray. Though they never met, history etched them in parallel — two lives undone by an empire that rewards cruelty with medals and punishes innocence with starvation. Their eyes do not rage. They carry no ideology. Just a question — ancient, simple, piercing:
“Why was I brought into this world to suffer?”
A Nobel Peace Laureate Not for Peace!
They were not created by fate, but by a leader hailed for peace. A Nobel Peace Laureate who chose fire over healing, denial over dialogue, and vanity over vision. The only laurels these women ever knew were made of dust — the ash of burned homes, silenced villages, and graves too shallow to mark.
They do not know the man who lit the fuse, who unleashed terror, once held a medal — given, incredibly, for peace. They only know their lives collapsed beneath slogans and guns. They only know that the skies, once blue and open, now thunder with aircraft that do not bring rain, but ruin.
These women did not raise arms. They raised children. They did not incite conflict. They nurtured life. And yet they have been punished as if motherhood were a crime — condemned not by verdict, but by indifference.
In another world, they might have been neighbors, sharing coffee and stories under the shade of an acacia tree. But in this world — this Ethiopia — they are framed instead in the shadows of famine and fire. Their homes abandoned. Their daughters and sons missing, perhaps dead. Their laughter erased.
They are not poor — they are dispossessed. Not by fate, but by the deliberate choices of a leader hailed as a Peace Laureate, even as he presides over Civil Wars of his own design. How does such a contradiction live in one sentence — peace and bloodshed, hand in hand?
The Mothers Peace Forgot
Did we hear that last Sunday was Mothers’ Day?
The world posted flowers, poems, and brunches. But these two mothers — one from Oromia, one from Tigray — received no calls, no cards. Only hunger. Only grief. Only the cold, state-authored verdict: your suffering is not newsworthy enough.
They are not mentioned in press releases. They are not included in reconciliation talks. Their names are not spoken in glossy speeches. They do not trend. They endure.
And still… they endure. Because that’s what forgotten mothers do.
Did You Love Your Mother?
To our “Nobel Peace Laureate”:
Did you love your mother?
Did she not hold you when you cried?
Did her hands not wipe your tears with the gentleness only a mother knows?
Then how — how could you let other mothers bury their children in silence, under skies blackened not by nature, but by your command?
Did your mother not teach you the meaning of mercy, of decency, of peace?
Or did you forget her lessons the moment the cameras flashed and the applause echoed from Oslo?
The mothers of Oromia and Tigray — they are not your enemies. They are your reflection, had you chosen compassion over conquest.
Their wombs brought life to a nation.
Yours, it seems, brought it to its knees.
Echoes of a Broken Land
A War Laureate it is, not a Peace Laureate!
What legacy is this?
What peace is this, that drips with blood and silence?
History will not remember your speeches.
It will remember their faces.
And long after medals tarnish,
their tears will still shine.
There is no justice in this card.
Only memory.
Only grief.
Only truth.
And perhaps that is enough — for now.
Because if the world won’t listen to facts,
maybe it will feel the truth in their faces.
Related Info
- Norwegian Nobel Committee – Official Website
- Nobel Prize Official Website
- Not Poor, But Dispossessed
- Danait70’s X Post with Great Thankyou! for the Image
