Hope in Liquified Land

I am standing on liquified land that swallowed more than 1,000 houses and killed more than 500 people; more than 500 people are still missing. Presumably, they are buried under this
soil. An old man next to me said that houses moved more than half a kilometer. I see twisted, half-buried cars and broken houses awkwardly tilted and frozen, still in the soil. An imam’s prayer is blasting from a nearby mosque. It sounds beautiful but eerie. Dusk is near under thick gray clouds. The surrounding mountains are getting darker.

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