10/24/2025
Blood Sorry
A heart-wrenching story of a mother, her child, and a stolen tomorrow
In the embrace of the mountains lived a quiet tribe — peaceful, rooted in nature, and full of love. They had no riches, no modern weapons, but their hearts were filled with honor, connection, and deep family bonds.
Wahila, a mother with her newborn pressed to her chest, endured every hardship with silent strength. She knew the white invaders were coming — not just for the land, but to erase their way of life. Still, she hoped that her child might live to see a free future.
One cold morning, the ground trembled under the hooves of horses. White soldiers, dressed in uniforms, entered the village. Their hands carried rifles, their eyes carried no mercy. They weren’t here for dialogue or peace. They were here to conquer.
Wahila clutched her baby tighter, like a bird protecting its eggs in a storm. But the violence of power crushes even the strongest love. A soldier ripped the baby from her arms. Wahila screamed — not just with her voice, but with her soul. But the land, once so sacred, stayed silent — like it, too, had surrendered.
The baby, too young to speak, left behind the last reflection of innocence and fear in Wahila’s eyes. Her face had no tears — only blood, pain, and a silent scream that still echoes through time.
"Blood Sorry" is not just a phrase. It is the mourning of every mother whose child was taken. It is the cry of every stolen land, every broken promise, every shattered identity.
And it did not stop there.
Thousands of Native American children were taken from their families and forced into boarding schools — stripped of their language, their hair, their names… their very souls.
They were told to forget who they were.
This is not just history. It’s a wound that still bleeds.
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