The Golden Thread of the Highlands

In the heart of the highlands, where the clouds touch the earth, the children of

the mountains carry the wisdom of their ancestors in the threads of their clothes.

Look at the patterns today, Hanna. My mother says the green represents

the land, and the gold represents our hope. Everything has a story,

Liya. Even the wind. Listen… Stay back! I am the

protector of this path! A small bird with big wings is still a

bird, young Dawit. Peace be upon you. He’s not a

bird, Abba! He’s wearing the white cloth of the brave.