People are my neighbors

I see people beyond their skin color. I don’t care whether they wear red, yellow, white or blue. Whether they pray morning and night, or five times a day, or pray only on Sundays. I see travel and identity documents as the convenient ways for people to locate each other should they find each other missing. I see languages as the way parents chose to communicate with their children from the day they were born. I see everyone as my neighbour, from the place I live called “Earth”.

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