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The plant with no garden Its story began in obscurity. A seed buried in darkness so deep that light seemed a far away dream. Deep into the damp darkness something began to happen that felt like undoing. Through the split shell of what it once was, life was finding a way. Stretching through the days and through the dirt towards hope; The seed became seedling with tiny roots and tender leaves still encased by shell emerging from the ground. Then the green burst forth. Days passed, then weeks, then months and still life courses through the plant on its brave journey but it is running out of space to grow. It has been confined into a pot It has not found soil to be planted in It is without a garden It is without a home
Rootbound, spiraling in the search for stability. The appearance of health, but the absence of a chance to thrive. Without a permanent place to take root the plant withers, “safe” in its temporary home it begins to wilt without hope to bear fruit. |
The woman with no home Her story began in obscurity. A woman buried in darkness so deep that light seemed a far away dream. Deep in the heart of Kabul something began to happen that felt like undoing. Through the split shells flying through the air, life was finding a way. Stretching through the days and through the dirt towards hope; The woman became transplant and little by little she emerged from the trauma endured. Then the hope burst forth. Days passed, then weeks, then months and still life courses through her on her brave journey but she is running out of space to grow. She has been confined into transience She has not found a country to call her own She is without permanent status She is without a home Rootbound, spiraling in the search for stability. The appearance of health, but the absence of a chance to thrive. Without a permanent place to take root the woman withers, “safe” in her temporary home she begins to wilt without hope to bear fruit. |
They say bloom where you are planted but what if you have been buried without room to grow?
They say bloom where you are planted but what if you have been uprooted from the life you love due to circumstances beyond your control?
They say bloom where you are planted but what if you are perpetually without land to rest on?
We can change this.
We have the ability to make this soil of America a place where Afghan men, women, and children don’t have to stay in the limbo of temporary statuses that leave them at risk of being uprooted and transplanted again.
We can urge our elected officials to pass the Afghan Adjustment Act.
We can pass the Afghan Adjustment Act and offer our Afghan brothers and sisters a place to bear fruit and thrive.
Written by Brooklyn Stephens, We Welcome Community Liaison for North Carolina